That Texas Blood #8

A mustachioed small-town police officer sits at a diner table, coffee mug steaming in front of him and a pot nearby, his expression carrying the quiet weight of a man who's seen too much — it's a portrait that speaks volumes before a single page is turned. Jacob Phillips's painterly cover for That Texas Blood #8 grounds this West Texas noir firmly in 1981, the silhouette of the Lone Star State looming overhead like a long shadow. Chris Condon and Phillips deliver the kind of slow-burn, character-driven crime storytelling that makes this series one of Image's most atmospheric reads.