Xenocide

By Larry Kollar

When a murdered alien is discovered near a creek, an exurban cop has to investigate the strangest case of his career — while dodging the Feds and pursuing an attractive EMT.

Includes an excerpt from the upcoming novel, "White Pickups."

• Language: English
• Publisher: Larry Kollar
• Release date: Nov 28, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466012417

Larry Kollar

Larry Kollar lives in north Georgia, surrounded by kudzu, pines, and in-laws. He writes fantasy, science fiction, and horror, and now leads the #TuesdaySerial project for online serial fiction. You can find news and snippets of his strange fiction at http://www.larrykollar.com/ For Larry's even stranger reality, check out http://farmanor.blogspot.com/ Follow Larry on Twitter at FARfetched58.

Book preview

Xenocide

A short story by

Larry Kollar

Includes an excerpt from the upcoming novel, White Pickups

Copyright © 2011 Larry Kollar/Oje Media. All rights reserved.

Smashwords Edition, License Notes

This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to Smashwords.com and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

For republishing permission, please contact the author at [e-mail].

tmp_89b80a01023a4a95a447655c3b87d265_8irLNm_html_5da530ef.png

Contents

Xenocide

Excerpt: White Pickups

About the Author

Xenocide

It ain’t a person.

An animal?

The kid shook his head.

Why don’t you start at the beginning, then?

Do I have to say it all over again? The kid — Jacob Moss — looked frustrated and nervous. "I bought a Coke up here and was gonna drink it down at the creek. I like to sit down there, y’know? It’s cool and quiet.

So I smelled something weird, and walked down there— he flapped a hand downstream — and saw the body. I smelled a dead deer once, and that didn’t smell nothin’ like this. I got a closer look, then I ran back up here to the gas station and called you guys. So can I go home now?

Yeah, I said. You might have to tell it one more time, in front of a judge. But it’ll just be a deposition. You won’t have to go to court. You want a ride home?

Moss shook his head and got moving. Like as not, he had a little weed on him, but he wasn’t a troublemaker. If he didn’t get stupid about it, we’d never have to do business again.

Hey, Adler. Steve. It was Tenesha Davies, one of the EMTs. Short, black, all business, but cute as all get-out. You gonna come down and process your crime scene so me and Ali can — we’re not sure — well. Come see for yourself.

I ducked under the tape and took pictures of the scene, and Tenesha started talking. He’s right. Whatever that thing is down there, it ain’t human. Now that we were back down at the creek, she seemed a little pale under her dark complexion.

You sure? It could have been here a while. But Moss was right: the smell was wrong. Dead people don’t smell like worms and burnt coffee. I handed Tenesha the camera. The body was wrapped up in a blanket, with a leg sticking out. The light was tricky down here, and the leg looked broken; I could see how Moss might have jumped to conclusions — but Tenesha? I held my breath and flipped the blanket back.

My brain went in several different directions at once. The cop saw the telltale