Chapter 28 is Live!

Jack is almost done, the confrontation at hand.  Will he be able to stop Dieter?  And who will die next?  Check it out at

Stirling Gershon pulled the cuffs of his expensive tailored shirt as the doors slid open, then stepped off the lift.  He turned right to the hotel lobby, and ran directly into a little man going in the other direction.

“Pardon,” Stirling said, as insincere as he could make the statement.  The other man smiled up at him, a row of sharp and pointed teeth flashing for an instant.  Stirling recoiled, stepping back.

“That is quite all right Inspector,” the little man said.  “I was coming to see you, anyway.”

“I’m sorry, but I am on my way to a meeting,” Stirling said, a half-truth at best.  He was on his way to another delicious breakfast in the hotel’s famed restaurant, and he had no desire to share it with this disturbing little person.

“I’m afraid there is no time for that, Inspector,” the man said.  “You will accompany me now, please.”  He turned and walked away, clearly expecting Stirling to follow.  When he did not, the man stopped and faced him again.

“Who do you think you are, that you can order me like an underling?” Stirling said with a sniff.

“Inspector,” the man sighed, “for you, underling would be a huge step up.”  He took a step toward Stirling and smiled.  Those teeth, again!  Stirling shivered at the thought.

“You may call me Jeff if you like, but what you will do is keep your mouth shut and follow directions.  Is that clear?”

For the first time in ages, Stirling was unsure of both himself and his place in the natural order.  “I don’t know who you are, but—”

“Who I am is your superior in every way, but if you need convincing…” Jeff said before turning Stirling’s world upside down.  Stirling’s eyes widened like two saucers as the other man’s face blurred then coalesced into something more horrible than in Stirling’s worst nightmares.  It wasn’t the demon-red color, or the ears, or even the horns.  It was the double row of sharp conical teeth that held Stirling’s attention, filling his field of view as the creature smiled and nodded.  “Good,” it hissed like water tossed on hot coals.  “I like you better silent.”  It turned and walked away.

With a sliding, shuffling step, Stirling followed.


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )


Connecting to %s