About this book:
about the author:
Matthew Angelo is a part-time writer and full-time photographer in the Northern Colorado area. In his free time, he likes to watch episodes of Doctor Who, working out, and playing with his dog, a German Shepard named Gunner. He loves all things that deal with photography and enjoys all things paranormal even if he is a bit of a skeptic.
While I was in happy zombieland, Axle had already revealed all three bodies of the victims. I heard a quiet gasp as Raiza raised a delicate hand to her mouth. Recognition was in her eyes. Those were her girls. The ones she hired me to find. Three girls I had failed to save. I stood at the edge of one of the autopsy tables and stared at the bodies, letting the vision burn into my head. How could all that blood just be drained from them? Who was doing this? Will I even be able to solve this case before another dies? They were questions that were unanswered. Something had to give.
That something that was going to give was more than likely going to be me. Raiza said the girls were like me. I should be able to find my own kind, but one thing is certain, Nephilim weren’t easy to find. The Contractor was able to find and kidnap them. Why was I having such a hard time with this?
“I am going to escort Ms. Malone to her car,” said Axle.
Axle’s voice cut through my reverie. I looked at him and nodded. I smiled weakly at Raiza. She looked strong, but behind her eyes, I could see the pain. She would cry later, when no one was around. I really couldn’t blame her. I wouldn’t cry in public either. Moving towards the elevator to join Axle and Raiza, my hand brushed the skin of the third victim. A jolt shot through my system freezing me in ...