The publisher sent me a free e-copy of this magazine.
It's a cliche of old gangster movies. One of the bad guys gets wounded so they show up at a doctor's home, point a gun at the dedicated physician and say: "Fix him up, Doc. If he dies, you die."
This is a modernized version. Our doctor had his license suspended for giving out too many prescriptions for goodies. He is waiting out his sentence by working at a "holistic treatment center with the operating hours of a 7-11." That is, a joint designed to take in those wounded baddies, for a price.
All well and good except that the desperado at his door tonight wants him to fix a buddy whose booboo is a bullet hole right through the forehead. And, in classic gangster tradition, he is not taking no for an answer.
"Help him, man," he says. "I ain't asking you no more."
Lots of suspense and sparkling writing.
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