When a body turns up in the middle of a National Forest with no visible evidence of how it got there, but clearly having been torn apart, the case is instantly handed over to Bunker team to investigate. And when as the body count starts mounting, the only evidence they uncover points to the impossible. Only, Faith and her team have already learned, when it comes to their cases, nothing is impossible.
Witch Hollow brings together a wide variety of my life-long fascinations, from forensics and anatomy to the paranormal and mythological. Add in characters who have literally snagged not just my imagination and interest, but also my heart, and this is fast becoming one of my favorite series to write.
“Body Dump” – Excerpt from NIGHTSTALKER (Guardians, Inc: Witch Hollow) –
Linda lowered the camera from her eye with a frown. “There aren’t any footprints.”
Faith glanced up. “What?”
“Footprints.” Linda gestured to the soft earth around them. “Aside from yours, mine, and Agent Caulder’s, there aren’t any footprints anywhere around here, and absolutely no tire treads. How did the killer get the body in here?”
Faith sighed inwardly as she realized Linda was right. Looking back down at the body, the sick certainty this was going to be another of Jonathan’s oddities clenched in her gut. “That’s not all that’s wrong with this scene. The corpse has been mutilated, and the liver, spleen, and heart are a pulverized mess.” She poked around inside the torn-open abdominal cavity, and sat back on her heels with grim certainty. “And the posterior ribs and pelvis have been shattered.” She looked up at Linda again. “I don’t think he was dumped here. I think he was dropped here. From a considerable height, too.”
Linda looked up. “Passing plane, maybe?”
“Maybe.” Faith couldn’t help the doubtful tone of her own voice. “If it was a low-flying, relatively slow plane. Anything higher than five thousand feet, and there’d be a lot more extensive trauma than this.”
“Like a biplane. Or a helicopter, maybe?”
Faith nodded. “We’ll have to test the hypothesis, but I hope you’re right.”
Linda snapped more pictures. “Why?”
“Because otherwise, I’m not sure I want to know what did this.”