Here’s an excerpt from HUNTING WILL, the short prequel to the Aliomenti Saga. The novella is available as a free download for subscribers to my mailing list. Sign up via the form at the top right hand of the page to download!
The suspect exited the shadows and moved toward the crowds surrounding the fountain, glancing around in a subtle manner. The fountain was impressive; nearly sixty feet in diameter, it pumped thousands of gallons of water forth in a show timed to classical music and integrated with multi-colored laser lights. The shows were a popular destination, and the fountain was centrally located within the overall casino complex. The outdoor plaza also featured unique specialty shops and restaurants, all designed to separate visitors from their money. To the untrained eye, the suspect’s movements would look like those of any tourist, taking in the sights and the crowds, marveling at the size and scope of both.
The Hunter’s eyes were well-trained, however. This man was the most dangerous fugitive the Hunter’s team, and the organization backing them, had ever tracked. Numerous previous run-ins had ended in failure, often when they’d allowed the fugitive to escape crowds. In crowds, he wouldn’t display the abilities that made his capture such an enormous challenge. With a crowd around, he’d exercise caution about displaying those abilities. The team of Hunters, having tracked him to a crowded and confined space like this casino mega-complex, were determined to contain him here until they could subdue him. Once subdued, they could transport him to a specialized prison designed to hold men like him.
The suspect paused for a moment near the fountain, and then moved in the direction of one of the exits, hands in pockets, attempting to blend in with the crowd and leave the confined space. His eyes were on alert, darting in each direction, scanning the exit for trouble, and his movement took him in the direction of the Hunter.
The man reversed directions, heading instead for a second exit. Muttering under his breath, the Hunter emerged from the shadows of the tunnel, just enough to track the suspect. He could not risk abandoning his post; leaving the exit unguarded would provide the suspect with an avenue of escape. And the Hunter knew they could not allow Will Stark to escape yet again. The leader of their organization was tired of the failures and the excuses offered up. Athos knew that at some level, the man understood Stark to be an extraordinary case. Athos’ team had never failed to capture another suspect, and it was rare that the actual encounters lasted more than a few minutes.
Stark risked a quick glance over his shoulder, and his eyes fell on Athos. Stark’s lip curled and his eyes narrowed at the sight of the Hunter.
Athos muttered a curse under his breath. “I’m spotted.”
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