Chapter 2
As it turned out, that cry in the night hadn’t been a puma. It had been one of the troopers, who’d wandered farther away from his partner than Jenn had instructed, in an attempt to discover more clues. Captain Sullivan of the sheriff’s office and Lieutenant Jesson of the state troopers were there. They both frowned as Jenn called for the meat wagon.
“He thought he knew where we might find Deputy Drake,” the man’s partner sobbed as they stared down at the body. “He was positive.” The trooper ran a sleeved forearm over his cheeks, drying his tears.
A deep gouge scored the trooper’s chest, his entire right leg was missing—he would have bled out even if they’d reached him in time to save him from whatever had attacked him—and while his eyes were screwed shut, the expression on his
