Saturday, May 9
Wild Hunt: Part 5 – Shadow of a Man
”He was dressed in a black trench coat and wide-brimmed hat. His features were hidden by the hat and upturned collar. He had lifted up Wilma with one hand. He then walked into the alley with her, but as he walked it was if his shape rippled—dark ripples swimming over him. He was moving as if twisting, or swirling…bending. I—well, this sounds fantastic—but I glimpsed his face.”
“Yes?” asked Jim-Bean, rapt.
“I don’t know if you can even call it a face. It appeared to be a giant set of jaws—wolf-like.”
“No eyes or nose, right?” asked Jim-Bean.
“That's right, just fangs! Fangs…poor Wilma…I passed out. When next I awoke. I was in the hospital, getting this cast. The doctors say I only have a slim chance of walking again.”
Hammer nodded. “Thank you Mr. Collins, that’s very helpful.”
They turned to go when Collins’ arm shot out and gripped Hammer’s sleeve tightly.
“You get this bastard—you get him good.”
“We will,” said Hammer, gently releasing Collins’ grip. “We will.” [MORE]
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