In peaceful Morgan Creek Arkansas four people have been brutally murdered and it’s up to Sheriff Alvarro Schmidt to find the killer that can’t possibly be real.
Agent Sage Lee works for the DOSR, Department of Scientific Research and she’s been dispatched to recapture a secret weapon that isn’t supposed to exist.
Sage and Al work against the clock to find this particular science experiment gone wrong before anyone else dies—but how do you track something that was created for its agility, stealth, intelligence and strength?
Al could almost swear all the blood drained from her face and green splotches popped up along her hairline, brow ridge and around her mouth.
He watched as she inhaled several gulping breaths—which was a mistake due to the odor of the dead body, before she blanched even paler and her body began to tremble.
She turned and took three paces away. He watched in slight admiration as she forced her breathing to slow and then regained her composure before returning to the site. She knelt near the ground and studied it closely.
Al stepped up beside her and together they slowly made their way to the brush line. The ground had deep impressions of some sort of track. It was about twelve, maybe thirteen inches long. The heel was rounded, the arch pronounced and the pads stretched. The impressions of five toes were buried into the dirt but they were torpedo shaped with the large toe spaced about an inch apart from the other four toes. “What the hell?” he mused as he bent in for a closer look. “I’ve never seen anything like it,” he murmured.
The agent muttered an oath and traced an outline around the track. “This isn’t going to be easy,” she uttered in a guttural whisper.
Al had been born and raised out here in the middle of God’s last majesty. He’d seen every track, heard every cry, and smelled every odor of anything native to this land. This, whatever it was, wasn’t natural. “What made the tracks?”
She rocked back on her heels, closed her eyes and exhaled. “Something that shouldn’t be here.”