Spirit Animals (Ritual Crime Unit Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
She hoped the dispatcher had heard enough to expedite backup—but however fast it arrived, it could still be too late. She fought to get free as her attacker grabbed her hair to slam her head against the ground. The body pinning her down seemed lightweight, almost skeletally frail, and yet she couldn’t force the bony wrists away from her. She rolled sideways, trying to wrench herself free, but the killer clung on and dragged her down, teeth snapping near her cheek. And this was the killer—Pierce didn’t doubt it. She could smell the rank decay of death and the metallic scent of blood, strong enough to make her gag. She drove her knee into what should have been a vulnerable stomach, but she might as well have kneed the ground for the response it got: not even a grunt. The clawing hands that grappled hers were sharp-nailed and deathly cold. Pierce realised she was still clutching the penlight, though the light had clicked off. She closed her fingers around the keys it was attached to, jabbing them blindly out towards her attacker’s face.
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