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The Wolf-man of Alcatraz

by Howard Waldrop


"Madame, I regret to say that we of the Bureau are unable to act in cases of lycanthropy, unless they
have in some way interfered with interstate commerce."
тАФJ. Edgar Hoover, 1933




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When something loped across the moonlit bridge, the truckdriver slammed on his brakes and swung to
the left, taking out three Tri-State Authority tollbooths.



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Early one afternoon, they came to take him from his cell in D Block, down to the solitary vault built for
him.
"Oh," said Smitty from the next cell, "that time of the month, huh?"

"Yeah, well," said the prisoner. He picked up a couple of the astronomy books from his bunkside shelf.

"Uh, warden says we'll have to get everything out of the place before dark this time, Howlin." said
Sawyer, sergeant of the guards. "Losing too much prison issue. And books."

"Sorry," said Howlin. "I just have to check a few things. Be through before evening."

"That's okay, then," said Sawyer.

As he passed Smitty's cell, he looked at the big calendar on Smitty's wall, the one marked over with a big
X each day, with the lunar phases in the empty squares along the bottom.

"See youтАФTuesday, Smitty."

"Sure thing, Bob. Try to get some shut-eye."

"Always try," said Howlin, from down the block.

They took him down from the cells, and up the enclosed spiral staircase turrets of the gun gallery with
their ports that gave clear fields of fire to every part of the cell blocks and corridors. They crossed down
under the maximum-security floor, then went down the freight elevator, out of it, and down another
corridor. There was another stairwell at the end that led to the part of the prison under the old military
fort.