By C. J. Box
A Joe Pickett novel from #1 New York Times-bestselling writer C.J. Box.
Game wardens have came across a guy useless at a mountain camp-strung up, gutted, and flayed as though he have been the elk he'd been searching. Is the homicide the paintings of a deranged anti-hunting activist or of a lone psychopath with a private vendetta? Wyoming video game warden Joe Pickett is the guy to trace the assassin and forestall him prior to a person broadcasts open season on people.
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Wyoming National Guard. Chris’s uncle Frank invited us all to come here elk hunting when we got back. He was a good old guy. This is his camp. We’ve been looking forward to this trip for seven months. ” “Thanks for your service,” Joe said. Dempster nodded. “We all saw some pretty bad stuff over there where we were stationed, near Tikrit. ” “But in two years over there in the world’s armpit, I never seen anything like this,” he said. “Shooting Uncle Frank was bad enough but what was done to his body afterwards is something else.
Director Randy Pope paced the room, head down, hands clasped behind his back. Pope was tall and thin with light blue eyes and sandy hair and a pallor that came from working indoors in an office. He had a slight brown mustache and a weak chin and his lips were pinched together so tightly they looked like twin bands of white cord. “Pope is making me nervous,” Kiner whispered between bites. ” “Me either,” Joe said. “He’s not just passing through either,” Kiner said. “He got a room at the Holiday Inn.
He turned on his radio beneath the dash and clicked it to the mutual aid channel. It was crackling with voices. The dispatcher said, “Mr. Urman, I understand. But please remain where you are and don’t pursue anyone on your own. ” “That’s easy for you to say, lady,” the man Joe assumed was Urman said with barely controlled fury, “you haven’t seen what happened to my uncle this morning. ” “Mr. ” Joe swallowed hard. “Like a goddamned elk,” Urman repeated in a near whisper, an auditory hitch in his voice.
Blood Trail (A Joe Pickett Novel) by C. J. Box