Winkler

Here it is; the excerpt with Winkler, as promised!

"Grand Master, Radomir showed me photographs of the site," Winkler spoke quietly on his cell while driving around Cloud Chief's perimeter in the darkness. The van bumped over uneven, grass-covered prairie as Winkler followed the fence line, searching for breaches in the barbed wire enclosure. After he'd seen the footprint Radomir photographed, Winkler's suspicions and his hackles had risen. He'd seen something similar twenty years earlier.

"You think they're back?" Weldon Harper, Grand Master of the werewolves asked.

"I think it's possible. I've talked with our friend in Washington, but he's too concerned with all those child disappearances across the country to look into this."

"All my trackers are out," Weldon Harper sighed. "Or I'd send a few to look. You may have to handle this yourself."

"I'm working on this, Grand Master. If these killed James Johnson, then someone from this community led them past the witch's shields. We'll have to find the collaborator as well. I'll keep you posted as things develop." Winkler shut off his phone and concentrated on driving across the Oklahoma prairie.

Yes, Radomir is investigating for the vampires, Winkler is investigating for the werewolves, to hold prejudices at bay and keep the paranormal community of Cloud Chief together. Twelve-year-old Ashe Evans and his best friend, Salidar DeLuca, are right in the middle of it. Bumble is coming along, and I'll post a copy of the cover design as soon as it's ready. Hope your day is a happy one!

Connie