Killers By Trade Publishing

Here is a bit from the new story. Enjoy...

     He honestly didn’t know whether it was a knife or a gun but before he could work it out, his adrenaline engorged body reacted. While his mind had been busy trying to work out more than 20 years of unresolved grief and anger in the span of a few seconds, his body had decided to fight. Likewise, His body, being controlled only by a pea-sized reptilian part of his brain, the part devoted to simple acts of survival, had noticed the guy had a weapon. It also remembered that Alan was still carrying the sword. In a quick, short movement, Alan whipped the tip of the sword across the man’s hand, sending what was now, very obviously a small revolver skittering across the parking lot.

     The scraggly mugger lunged toward his lost weapon and into a powerful thrust. Alan plunged the sword into the left side of his chest and then withdrew it as the shocked man rolled away with a cry, wide-eyed as he held the place where Alan had just stabbed him. Blood began to pour through his fingers as he back-pedaled and struggled again to regain his feet.

     “You…” The man was terrified. “You killed me!”

     Now Alan was terrified. He was too shocked to say anything. He had just stabbed someone and killed them. Reality came rushing back and he started to feel a sickness in his stomach. He looked at the man he stabbed. The frightened man had regained his feet and was limping down the alley, still clutching his chest with both hands. He looked at the woman. She was now brandishing the object again, this time at him. It was a can of pepper spray. She started to scream and Alan bolted back across the street. He ran through the parking lot to his car, planning at first to get in it and drive. He saw the towel that once hid the sword on the ground and picked it up. He knew at once that if he ran, everyone would know something was amiss. He looked at the sword and surprisingly, there was very little blood on it. He wiped it with the towel, then wrapped it up again and headed not to his car, but back into the lodge.