Tribal Ways (Rogue Angel, Book 25)
Alex Archer, Victor Milán
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"A frigid spring morning at a Native American archaeological dig erupts into sudden and brutal violence, leaving five people dead and one man gravely wounded. And in a hospital, with archaeologist Annja Creed at his side, the last survivor utters his final words to name his killer - a skinwalker. The skinwalker is feared among the Navajo and Apache. It is witchcraft of a most terrible nature that allows a man to take the shape of a wolf - and kill. But as Annja delves into the mystery of the skinwalker, she finds herself pulled into an underworld of violence and vicious radicals, threaded with legend.and sociopathic intent. In this world, Annja is unwelcome. And in this world, she could be the creature's next victim.."--FantasticFiction.com.
sickening impression they didn’t expect him to live long enough to see them. In the meantime, Paul was asking incessantly for Annja Creed so his doctors and the police officer in charge of the case agreed to let her in. Sunlight streamed through the window. The early online weather reports had showed clouds over western Oklahoma, but they’d dissipated by the time her flight touched down. Paul was all tubes and bandages and taped-on wires. Half his face was obscured by a bandage. But his good
she asked herself quietly, “that could have gone better?” SUNLIGHT LIT UP the curtains of her bedroom and made a bright band across the top as a brisk, insistent knocking on the door roused her. “Ms. Creed,” a feminine voice she didn’t recognize called. “You should probably come pretty quick. We got a situation.” 19 Snake, Billy and Ricky were in the kitchen when Annja entered. Billy was pouring coffee into mugs. A small TV on the counter by the fridge was on. A glum-looking man in a tan
attacks at least one witness survived. They all gave similar details—including that their attacker was either a great big wolf or something that looked like a man-wolf hybrid, like the wolfman from the movie.” He paused, frowning. “Along with what you said, the whole notion it’s a single animal with one helluva range, much less three separate animals that suddenly and simultaneously developed a serious taste for archaeologists, strikes me as a lot more far-fetched than it’s being a werewolf. We
had him a lick. But he’s not stupid—no way. Anything the FBI or even NSA can use to track him by, he ain’t doing. They already know that video of his was posted by somebody tapping into some random badly secured wireless network right here in downtown Albuquerque. War driving, they call that.” Annja slumped. “So we can’t track him.” “Didn’t say that,” Tom said. “Said the Feds can’t track him.” “All right,” Johnny said, exasperated. “How can we track them if they can’t?” “I thought you were
Following a few quiet words from Ten Bears the troopers at the Troop G HQ had also permitted Annja to see photos of the attack scene taken before the bodies were removed. They seemed surprised at how calmly she studied them. They had affected her. But she was long past the point of breaking down from seeing butchery, no matter how horrific. Especially not mere images. Now she tried to retrace the killer’s steps. He had worked incredibly fast, ripping or slashing open state archaeologist Dr.