Enjoy a snippet from the second novel in our series The Body Hunters: Paradise Denied. This is the murder of Eric Winston our suspect's first husband.
Winston expertly trekked soundlessly over the rugged Alaskan terrain of
Denali State Park. Mount McKinley, the highest mountain summit in North
America, was in the backdrop, its snowy peaks stretching into the early
morning sky. With the plush clouds and fluffy snowcaps, the
breathtaking skyline looked like it had been painted by the hand of God.
Denali State Park's scenery varied from lushly populated green forests
to seemingly untouched icy tundra. Year round frozen glaciers jutted
from the landscape like jagged shards of glass feeding into the cool
channels and streams. Denali State Park was a nature lover's paradise.
not to employee a guide like some inexperienced novice, Eric left camp
at daybreak to explore the park. Not satisfied with the nature trails
that catered to the tourist population of the park, Eric decided to walk
on the wild side, literally. The temperature was comfortable, in the
mid 60's, his sweat cooling off his body before it could accumulate.
Eric was six foot tall, his body composed of lean muscle mass acquired
from his active outdoors lifestyle. A mutinous mop of black hair covered
his head and his eyes were the color of flint. His female fans on the
blogs called him a heart throb. One zealous devotee even commented that
he was a pretty boy, but the tangible type, not one of those Hollywood
guys that needed makeup before they left the house. Eric liked the
critique very much.
Today he was traveling light, dressed in
loose fitting camouflage pants, a black long-sleeved t- shirt that clung
to his upper body, and a hunter's orange hoodie. His lucky, well-worn
Timberland boots protected his feet from toothy rocks and the roughened
topography. Over his back he lugged a backpack full of health bars,
water, his digital camera, batteries, and other necessary equipment,
while on his left shoulder was a quiver full of arrows. He held his
newly purchased compound bow in his hand, ready for his quarry.
the better part of the morning he had been tracking a large, bull
caribou. Being mid-August, he was just in time for caribou hunting
season, and he wasn't going home empty handed. Eric kneeled, observing
the fresh caribou tracks running along the stream. He cursed, having
just missed the beast by mere minutes. The creature had stopped to drink
from the stream before heading right back into the wilderness.
Consulting his compass, Eric noted that the beast was headed east. He
had been on the caribou's trail for awhile and wasn't going to lose him
Shifting the weight of his backpack and quiver on his muscled
back, Eric followed the hoof prints. A stark white snow hare darted out
of his path. Songbirds anointed him with their serenades as he entered
the wooded area. Solid thickets of plant life impeded his travel, low
hanging limbs from young spruce trees slapped him in the face, but he
would not be deterred. This is the life he loved.
Winston was the Wildman, or so he was called on his internet viral
videos. He had started off filming some of his outrageous outdoor
adventures and daredevil stunts, and the videos had become so popular he
was nearly a household name. Taking advantage of his Harvard Business
degree, the twenty-eight-year-old turned his love of the outdoors and
extreme sports into a lucrative multimillion dollar enterprise. His was
the face that graced bottles of sports drinks, outdoor equipment, and
sportswear. His agent was even working out a deal for an MTV reality
show. He had literally become his own brand. He was living the American
A year ago he had finally met the woman with whom he
wanted to share that dream. Amanda McDuff, or Crystal Rose as she was
called during her stripping days, was now his wife. He had first met
Mandy when he was out partying in Boston and visited a topless bar with
some of his randy friends. As soon as Crystal Rose took the stage, Eric
was immediately mesmerized and had to have her. Model tall with coffee
brown, shoulder length hair and topaz brown eyes, Crystal Rose seemed to
be looking right into his soul. The woman knew how to captivate the
room, leaving every male in the bar drooling and ready to leave their
wallets and credit cards with her. With her stunningly perfect breasts
and even more perfect backside, Crystal Rose was exactly what men's
fantasies were made of. With her first twirl around the pole, Eric was
ready to throw her over his shoulder and lock her away in his apartment.
Instead, he waited around for her until the club closed.
Sitting on the hood of his Porsche he was biding his time for her. At
first she turned him down when he asked her out. But after three
consecutive weeks of him showing up at the club on the nights she
performed, Mandy finally relented.
Amanda was a Boston
Community College Student, a computer programming major, stripping to
pay her way through school. When they got engaged, Eric insisted that
she give up her college aspirations to help with his career. She’d
remained hard headed about the subject, refusing to give up her
schooling, but things were about to change.
Two days ago they made
it official and finally tied the knot. After a lavish private ceremony,
he had spirited them away on a private jet to Alaska. To say that she
didn't appreciate their honeymoon destination was an understatement.
first she complained that she didn't want to sleep in a cold tent, let
alone spending their wedding night making love on an air bed. After
having to rough her up a little, Mandy let him have his way. She woke up
complaining about the cold, and he was forced to get her straight
again. Now that they were married, he wasn't going to be putting up with
her nagging. She was going to do things his way, or else.
his way out to hunt, she whined about bears and wolves in the woods, so
he decided to leave her with his hunting rifle. The gun was probably
too cumbersome for her, but it would stop her bellyaching. Besides, if
any wolves or bears came around, she would probably be toast anyway.
tried on a wry smile at the thought of her, the typical city girl,
trying to survive an animal attack. He stopped short, spotting his prey
in the next clearing. Like a ghost, Eric silently plucked an arrow from
his quiver and pulled it back against the bow string, all in one fluid
motion. He was envisioning having the caribou's head mounted on his
office mantle as a wedding gift to himself.
A crack of
thunder sent the startled caribou back into the woods. It was funny
because the weather forecast hadn't predicted any rain at all. Eric
started to look up and realized he couldn't move, but there was an
agonizing pain in his back, like someone had ripped it open with a
crowbar. Slowly he touched his fingers to his chest, to find them slick
There was another crack of thunder and he was face
first on the forest floor, slowly slipping out of time and into
eternity. The assailant stood over Eric and emptied two more bullets
into the back of his skull for good measure. Stepping carefully around
the body, the attacker headed back out of the forest.
was dead, steam escaping from his body and dissipating into the cool,
morning air. The scent of blood drew carrion crows who began feasting on
the body. The crows scattered when a rogue grizzly bear approached. The
bear nuzzled the body, before grabbing it by the leg and dragging it to