Creature Comfort
By Eve Morton
“Oh, there they are!” someone shouted from the crowd.
A titter passed through the line-up for The Electric Wand club which went around the corner of crowded street. Since it was the first commotion outside of the ordinary that Sheamus O’Mallory had heard in the last hour, he glanced up from his worn notebook. The woman who had shouted had bright green hair, dark skin, and a hand-bag that was clearly made of mermaid skin. Not who he was looking for, and since no one emerged from the crowd that fit his numerous descriptions from his notebook’s case files, he turned back to his reading in the safety of his van.
Sheamus was in the middle of rereading the profile for Jake Ohk, escaped werewolf, when something made him look at the club again. Nothing had change
