Swim Bait Molds Novels & Stories

28. Above the shark tank, the twelve massive bait-dispersal hatches groaned open simultaneously. It wasn't the usual cattle blood or pig offal. Landon had been storing ten tons of fresh human blood and shark pheromones for his "experiments." Now, it all cascaded into the pool in a singular, sickening deluge.

If she made it home to her apartment that night, great, but if not—even better. The water was freezing, but she didn’t care. Her long legs hung off the small dock. The pond wasn’t big enough for a motorboat, but more than capable of handling a canoe. She made a mental note to get one, and to look into a product that would help her bait her line and take the fish off the hook. “With all the technology nowadays, it surely exists.” She huffed softly, the wind whipping around her and making her shiver. Warmer weather was moving in slowly, but it was still in the mid-seventies, which in Texas was cold.