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  1. CRIMINAL MACABRE
  2. Criminal Macabre: The Complete Cal McDonald Stories
  3. Foreword
  4. Savage Membrane
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  32. Guns, Drugs, and Monsters
  33. Guns, Drugs, and Monsters
  34. Dial M for Monster
  35. The Dead Don’t Die
  36. Doll Face
  37. Soul Sucker
  38. Stitch
  39. EATER
  40. Big Fat Hairy Deal
  41. A Proper Monster
  42. All My Bloody Things
  43. All My Bloody Things
  44. The Dead Son
  45. The Dead Son
  46. Out of Water
  47. Out of Water
  48. Author

The aquarium was a large building, sort of wave shaped. The entire front was sheet glass. It was dark inside and all the doors seemed locked in the front, so I walked around back. The back was a standard brick deal with dumpsters and a small employee parking lot. There was one parked car, a shitty little sedan.

There was a steel door that was wedged open by a piece of wood. I edged up to it and slipped a little on the pavement. I looked down and saw a trail of slime. Disgusting gray slime. I scraped off my shoe, took out my gun, and pulled the creaky steel door open.

Inside it was dark. I was in some sort of back storage area. On the floor I saw more slop and followed the trail. It led me to a set of double doors that went into the display area. I stepped through and there was suddenly a lot of dim blue light coming from the various displays. Inside these tanks was an assortment of sea creatures, from the smallest fish to pretty large sharks.

I was staring into one of the aquariums when I heard talking coming from another room. I stood absolutely still and listened. From what I could tell, it was only one voice.

I edged along the wall until I hit a corner. The voice was louder now, a male voice, and he was talking to someone.

“Just one more night and it will be over,” the voice said.

I peeked around the corner. There was a man in a lab coat standing in front of a large tank. He was talking to something floating on the other side of the glass. I could barely make out the shape but it looked like a human mixed with a manatee, large, bulky, but with arms and legs. It looked to be the only thing in the tank.

I didn’t need to see anymore. That thing in the tank had to be what I was looking for, and the lab coat dude was obviously an accomplice. I threw myself around the corner and aimed my gun right at Lab Coat.

“I wouldn’t move if I were you,” I said.

The man turned and smiled. “I’d run if I were you.”

Bam! The thing in the tank pounded the glass and it cracked. A second later, it sprung leaks. The man stepped out of the way as the thing struck for a third time and shattered the glass.

I stood there like a damn idiot as the entire tank, including the thing, came rushing toward me. The water hit me like a freight train and sent me flying against the wall of sheet glass. I smashed through it and landed on the plaza out front. I lost my gun as the water rushed over me.