Excerpts from “A Wake of Vultures”

He opened the outhouse door and propped it with a stick, reached in and lifted to toilet seat over the hole. Grasping the body by the shoulders, he stuffed Kenny head first into the hole until the weight of the body caused it to fall with a wet plop into the human waste below.

Excerpts from “A Wake of Vultures”

She is a well-toned 5'11'' and can take care of herself, thanks. She packs a gun in her purse, and she'll use it if she has to. She's willing to open a can of whoop-ass and she doesn't take any bullshit, especially from men. She kicks ass, usually not bothering to take names.

Excerpts from “A Wake of Vultures”

The second sheet was a bit more detailed: "To arm a small paramilitary group? Say, 20 people?” “Absolutely, we can accommodate your request, but we need more parameters such as your exact arms needs and destination country.” “I can provide: tec9's, scorpion's, ak47's and one single Vietnam war "thumper", but its ammo costs. SMGs are much less expensive, and satisfy your self-protection or combat needs very well: the sound of an easy-to-conceal Soviet Skorpion with backpack feeding system can scare the most badass mother...”

Excerpts from “A Wake of Vultures”

Something deep in his consciousness made him want to leave this place. There was danger here and instinctively Tom knew it, but, as he was taught in his many years as a cop, you perform as you train and his training overrode his instinct. He moved further into the darkened house. Moving through the kitchen door into the dining room he swept the beam of his light from left to right, alert for any movement that would trigger his action response.

Excerpts from “A Wake of Vultures”

There is blood all over the room. It’s on the walls and it has seeped into the cracks in the floor.