Pale Death (Lee Nez Series #3) [NOOK Book]


A string of mysterious, gruesome deaths in the Shiprock area has attracted the attention of FBI agent Diane Lopez, who is stunned to learn that one of the victims was a childhood friend. To Diane, the killer is unmistakably a vampire--but the only vampire she knows of is Lee Nez, a State Police officer who prefers his blood chilled in the refrigerator, not hot from someone's neck.
Supernatural explanations for the deaths abound--some believe they are the work of the "goatsucker"...

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A string of mysterious, gruesome deaths in the Shiprock area has attracted the attention of FBI agent Diane Lopez, who is stunned to learn that one of the victims was a childhood friend. To Diane, the killer is unmistakably a vampire--but the only vampire she knows of is Lee Nez, a State Police officer who prefers his blood chilled in the refrigerator, not hot from someone's neck.
Supernatural explanations for the deaths abound--some believe they are the work of the "goatsucker" spirit, others that the killer is an extraterrestrial. Lee Nez, assigned to the case at Diane's request, privately agrees with her that there's a vampire on the loose, but announces that they are looking for a serial killer.
Lee and Diane discover that the victims all worked for a secret government lab that was studying a captured vampire, Stewart Tanner. Half-insane from being experimented on, Tanner broke free and took revenge on the doctors and technicians who had been torturing him.
Desperate to remain free, Tanner threatens to continue killing federal employees unless the US government agrees to leave him alone. In a violent confrontation, Tanner discovers that Lee is a vampire. Believing Lee is colluding with the government, Tanner vows to kill him.
Complicating matters, forensic specialist Dr. Victor Wayne, who began the case as a skeptic--believing Tanner had a rare blood disorder--has begun to believe in vampires. And has turned his attention on Lee . . . .
Trying to turn Dr. Wayne back into a skeptic while protecting federal workers, tracking down Tanner, and staying alive--or at least undead--taxes all of Lee Nez's abilities, natural and supernatural.

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Editorial Reviews

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The Barnes & Noble Review
The third installment of David and Aimée Thurlo's Lee Nez mystery saga (Second Sunrise and Blood Retribution) pits FBI Special Agent Diane Lopez and half-vampire Lee Nez (a.k.a. New Mexico State police officer Leo Hawk) against their most dangerous foe yet -- a vampire who has been driven insane after being the guinea pig in a series of torturous secret government experiments.

After three people are found brutally murdered near a remote government facility, Hawk and Lopez soon discover that the alleged research center is actually a high-tech torture chamber where a group of sadistic scientists are trying to forcefully figure out how Stewart Tanner can heal himself of wounds so quickly. But when a thunderstorm causes a temporary electrical outage, Tanner breaks free from his prison and begins a bloody killing spree across New Mexico. As Hawk and Lopez give chase, Leo must be doubly careful to disguise his vampiric abilities. After all, if Tanner is captured and killed, the government will need another test subject!

With all the nonstop action of E. E. Knight's Vampire Earth saga and the dark humor of Charlaine Harris's Southern Vampire mysteries, the Thurlos' Lee Nez novels will appeal to mystery, horror, and dark fantasy fans alike. The seamless blend of mystery and horror will keep readers guessing -- and shaking -- until the very end. Paul Goat Allen

Publishers Weekly
In the Thurlos' fast-paced third adventure (after 2004's Blood Retribution) to feature Leo Hawk (aka Lee Nez), a half-vampire Navajo and New Mexico cop who "died" in 1945, Leo and FBI agent girlfriend Diane Lopez team up to hunt down Stewart Tanner, a vampire who's been driven insane by torture received in covert government experiments. In addition, the pair must contend with proliferating vampires in Four Corners who are causing major problems. Tanner is captured, but later escapes from his cell after an electrical outage and goes on a killing spree that leads Leo and Diane on a breathless chase. The story ends somewhat abruptly with a surprising discovery that points to secrets to be revealed in the next installment. As usual, the authors smoothly combine action and investigative procedure with insights into Navajo culture. Agent, Elaine Koster. (Oct.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
What does it take to catch a vampire? Another vampire, of course. And if the model vampire is also a New Mexico state cop, the bad vampire is in for it. All right, so Officer Lee Nez is only half vampire, he's still got plenty of game-able to leap tall fences and run like an Olympiad. So how does one go about shrinking to half-vampire status? If one finds the full condition as onerous as Officer Lee did, one seeks the help of a savvy medicine man and in due time one emerges "only partially afflicted with the rare condition." That was back in '45, which makes Lee a nonagenarian in a Gen X body, glacial aging being one attribute of vampires. Return now to Stewart Tanner, the so-called bad vampire, though a more-sinned-against-than-sinning case could be readily made. Kidnapped and imprisoned by the evil government scientist, Dr. Victor Wayne, and cruelly used in a variety of inhuman experiments, Tanner finally breaks free. Enraged and vengeful, he goes on the killing spree that sets Lee in hot pursuit. In this, Lee is joined by his girlfriend, FBI agent Diane Lopez, not the first toothsome female to be charmed by the blood brotherhood. Most of the rest is vampire-chase, which turns out to be pretty much like cops-and-robbers chase. As vampire novels go, the third in the Lee Nez series (Second Sunrise, 2002, etc.) is solidly minor-league: thin characters, under-imagined plot and only low-grade blood-curdling.
From the Publisher
Second Sunrise

"Is there anything a Navajo half-vampire cop can’t handle? Apparently not. Paced like a hundred-yard dash and yet still somehow a leisurely read. Cross-genre entertainment at the top of its form."—Kirkus Reviews

"An entertaining start to a new mystery series."—Locus

"Fast-paced and exciting."—Booklist

"A fantastic blend of reality and the supernatural. My only complaint: having to wait for the next installment."—Romantic Times Bookclub

Blood Retribution

"Filled with plenty of excitement and intrigue, with enough vampire lore to keep fantasy fans happy and enough thrills to keep mystery readers turning the pages."—Booklist

"Expands on the intriguing Navajo legends at the heart of the story. The Thurlos’ facility with deft plotting keeps the story moving at a brisk pace. Vampire aficionados will enjoy a look at nightwalkers from a unique cultural viewpoint, and mystery fans will relish the action and clever resolution."—Romantic Times Bookclub

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781466815711
  • Publisher: Tom Doherty Associates
  • Publication date: 8/28/2007
  • Series: Lee Nez Series, #3
  • Sold by: Macmillan
  • Format: eBook
  • Edition number: 1
  • Pages: 256
  • Sales rank: 197,667
  • File size: 632 KB

Meet the Author

David and Aimée Thurlo are the authors of the Ella Clah series, the Sister Agatha series, and two previous Lee Nez novels, Second Sunrise and Blood Retribution. They have also written Plant Them Deep, which features Rose Destea from the Ella Clah series, and The Spirit Line, a novel for young adults. The Thurlos live in Corrales, New Mexico, with an ever-changing menagerie.

Aimée Thurlo is co-author of the Ella Clah series, the Lee Nez series of Navajo vampire mysteries, and the Sister Agatha novels. Her other works, co-written with her husband, David, include Plant Them Deep, a novel featuring Rose Destea, the mother of Ella Clah, and The Spirit Line, a young adult novel. Aimée, a native of Cuba, lived in the US for many years. She died in 2014.

David Thurlo, is co-author of the Ella Clah series, the Lee Nez series of Navajo vampire mysteries, and the Sister Agatha novels. His other works, co-written with his wife Aimée, include Plant Them Deep, a novel featuring Rose Destea, the mother of Ella Clah, and The Spirit Line, a young adult novel.
David was raised on the Navajo Reservation and taught school there until his recent retirement. He lives in Corrales, New Mexico, and often makes appearances at area bookstores.

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To a vampire, expertly applied sunblock could literally mean the difference between life and death. For New Mexico state police officer Lee Nez, a half vampire—night walker in Navajo terms—it meant he could venture out into the sun for a while, though it was always risky. What if his FBI-style wraparound sunglasses were knocked off, or he'd missed a spot?

That thought on his mind, Lee considered pulling off the road before he reached Bloomfield and adding another layer to the thick, SPF forty-five goo that made harmful wavelengths of light manageable to the sunlight-impaired.

Lee's own clothing provided excellent protection. The dark gray New Mexico state police uniform covered him well, and with the billed cap, his head was safe from harm. Thank goodness Navajos were rarely bald; though due to his own extremely slow aging process, it would still take a few more hundred years to reach middle age. If he'd been a full vampire, he wouldn't have aged at all, but thanks to the help of a medicine man back in '45, Lee was only partially afflicted with the rare condition.

Dawn was only an hour away, but his shift would be ending soon and by the time the sun rose he'd be safely inside a motel room in Farmington. There, he could clean up a shift's worth of sweat and replace the sunblock. But sleep was still not on theschedule. In three hours he was scheduled to meet with a federal forensics expert, Dr. Victor Wayne.

The Justice Department employee wanted to interview Lee concerning several human-shaped outlines made of ashes that had been found in the forest near Fort Wingate during one of Lee's previous cases. Wayne suspected there was a connection between that incident and another, more recent death in Albuquerque involving a former CIA agent. This person had experienced a vampire's worst nightmare—full New Mexico sunlight.

Lee knew there was a connection and an explanation, but in order to avoid disclosing something that would jeopardize the life he'd made for himself, he'd have to come up with a spin on the truth. It was going to be a sticky morning, and the only way he'd be able to duck the issue altogether was if a time-consuming emergency call came through.

He took a deep breath and pushed the thought from his mind. Navajo beliefs told him that to talk or think about something dangerous or undesirable might serve to bring it on. He reached down and grabbed the small leather medicine bag he carried in his left-hand pocket. Inside the pouch, which was definitely not regulation for a New Mexico cop, was a sliver of flint, blessed corn pollen, a quartz crystal, and a carved turquoise bear with arrowhead attached—his personal hunting fetish. The contents of the jish, the pouch, had been provided by a friend, a medicine man named John Buck who knew his secret.

Lee checked the rearview mirror, saw no lights behind, and decided to pull off onto the shoulder of the highway. There was little traffic at this hour, though it wouldn't be long before oil and gas workers and truck drivers took to the roads, heading south out of the small New Mexico community beside the San Juan River.

"PD 16 Adam." It was the state police dispatcher out of the Farmington office. Lee forgot about the sunblock and reached for the mike.

"16 Adam. Go ahead," Lee replied.

"16 Adam, are you 10-6?"

Lee shook his head, despite being more than thirty miles from the dispatcher. No, he wasn't busy. But no doubt he was about to be. Fifteen minutes earlier he'd overheard a 10-76 call for a SWAT team to a Kirtland location, but that was clear across the county. It was a homicide, and perhaps because SWAT had been called, there was a standoff. Maybe more troops were being called in. "Negative. 10-8."

"16 Adam. 10-65 east of Bloomfield on 64, approximately seven miles. Assist local deputies on the scene. Code 3. Stay safe, Officer Hawk."

"10-4," Lee replied, acknowledging the call and hanging up the mike. These days he was known as Leo Hawk. Lee Nez had officially died in 1945, but only two people on earth knew that, and neither of them were around tonight. He reached over and turned on the siren and emergency lights, then accelerated immediately. A 10-65 was a hostage situation, and with one SWAT team already working another call, he might be heading into a bottom-of-the-barrel personnel situation. It was near the end of the shift for most officers on call. They'd be tired and irritable, to say nothing of the demeanor of whoever was holding a weapon to someone else's head at the moment.

High-speed travel in a vehicle was easy to manage with his agility and night vision, but there was always the possibility that some half-awake idiot would pull out in front of him. The section of highway he was entering now curved back and forth off a high mesa into the river valley, and he had to focus to keep his unit in the lane while taking fifty-mph-rated curves winding up and down the foothills. The black-and-white cruiser roared as he crossed the long bridge across the wash at Kutz Canyon, and he peaked the hill above Bloomfield at eighty-five, slowing quickly as he remembered there were businesses just ahead, and the turnoff to the gas facility.

Four minutes later he was across the river, through the big highway junction, and hauling ass east out of Bloomfield on Highway 64. Trees and mailboxes flew by, and he had to let off the gas to avoid rear-ending a county sheriff unit he'd come upon that was also running emergency to the 10-65, no doubt.

It didn't take long before Lee saw stationary flashing red and blue lights ahead, apparently at the site of the hostage situation. As he got closer he could make out an isolated two-story wooden home nestled up against a bluff to the right of the highway.

A county sheriff's white unit was parked twenty feet from the front porch, headlight beams directed at the front door. A deputy was standing beside the open driver's side door, shotgun or rifle in hand. The officer had the common sense to angle his unit so that the engine block was between him and the house. If he'd been smarter, he would have lowered his own profile by about two feet.

Lee picked up the mike and confirmed his location to Dispatch, then followed the lead vehicle up a gravel driveway lined with rosebushes. The property was well landscaped, and the house appeared to be in fine condition for a structure that must have been at least sixty years old.

As Lee swung his vehicle around to take a position beside the second county vehicle, he noticed the cargo bed of a black Dodge pickup sticking out from the rear corner of the house. There was a two-car garage, but the only vehicle in sight other than his and those of the deputies was that pickup.

It was very dark around the back of the house, at least to normal human eyes. On the rear bumper of the pickup Lee noted the NM license plate—a personalized tag that read "CMartin." It could easily belong to a Cathy instead of a Charles, though. After all, this was New Mexico, and a lot of women owned or drove trucks. Whoever it was had parked around the back. Why, when there'd been so much room out front?

Lee called Dispatch for the vanity plate name and registrationas he pulled up and parked parallel to the second deputy's unit. The man was already out of his cruiser, fiddling around with his shotgun. Lee kept an eye on the windows and doors of the house as he slipped out the door of his state police car. The dome light was always turned off, of course, so it wouldn't highlight him inside or close by. It didn't matter too much, at least for those inside the house. The three officers were behind the blinding beams of their vehicle headlights, all directed toward the structure.

"What's the situation?" Lee shouted at the first deputy. When the officer turned, Lee could see the deputy was a woman in her early twenties. Her pale green eyes were almost invisible against her face, and her expression said young and inexperienced. She was directing a handheld spotlight at the second-story windows of the house, looking for anyone inside the darkened interior.

"Officer ... Hawk, is it?" The woman's voice was high, but she sounded in control. Not that he doubted the law enforcement capabilities of a woman. They usually worked twice as hard at the job anyway.

"Yes, ma'am."

"I'm Gorman, and that's Deputy Lucero," the blonde replied. "Dispatch said the woman resident, Brenda Martin, called on her cell phone and reported that her ex had shown up drunk, with a gun. Then the call ended, like the husband grabbed the phone. Dispatch said there are two children inside—two and three years old."

"What's gone down so far?" Deputy Lucero asked, looking back and forth between them. He was older than Gorman, and a bit pudgy. His voice was surprisingly deep—like that guy from the Righteous Brothers—the tall one.

"Not much, I hope." Gorman shrugged, not taking her eye off the house. "I arrived maybe five minutes ago, and there was a light on in the front room. When I pulled up, the light went out and a woman yelled—well, screamed a name—Chuck—I think. Or maybe it was a curse."

"There's a Dodge pickup out back, with a vanity tag—CMartin. Might be Chuck," Lee said just as Dispatch broke through on the radio with the information he'd requested. The big truck was registered to Charles Martin, and the address was the same as on the mailbox he'd passed beside the driveway.

"It's Chuck's pickup," Lee called out. "I'm assuming he's the ex. Any intel on the weapon?"

"No," Gorman answered. "But I'm hoping it's not a rifle. I'd hate to ruin my new vest." She managed a weak smile as she patted the front of her tan uniform shirt, which barely concealed the specially woven material that traded femininity for a better opportunity at survival.

"Doesn't look like we're getting any more backup," Lucero said, looking back toward the highway.

"Guess we need to try and open a dialogue," Deputy Gorman said, reaching onto the floorboard of the passenger side of her unit and bringing out a bullhorn. "I hate this domestic disturbance crap. Even the battered wife turns on us when we cuff her husband. Maybe this'll drag on till dawn and then we'll at least be able to see what's going on."

Lee, who could do without the light, didn't comment on that possibility. "I'll cover the back entrance—just in case Mr. Martin decides to sneak away with one of the kids." He had a lot more experience than both the deputies put together. Maybe he could make an entry while the deputies distracted Chuck, and end this before sunup. "Just get Mr. Martin talking and focus on getting the children released. Okay with that, '74?"

Officer Lucero's eyebrows went up, then he realized Lee was referring to the ten code for a tactical plan. "'4."

At Lee's suggestion they all switched over to the same tactical frequency. Lee knew he'd be turning the volume way down on his handheld radio, however. He wouldn't be taking any calls where he was headed.

Just then, a woman dressed in jeans and torn sweatshirtappeared at the front door of the house. She was pushed a step, then kicked in the rear, hard. She yelped and fell forward onto the sidewalk. "You bastard, let the kids go!" she screamed back at the man in the doorway as she struggled to stand up. She was dazed, drunk, or both.

"Go to hell, bitch!" he yelled back, then slammed the door shut.

"Cover me," Lee said, running out from behind his unit and toward the porch. He moved quickly, but not unnaturally so, scooping up the woman before she could climb back onto the porch. She struggled, but he tightened his grip until she grunted from the pressure. She reeked of booze, and he thought for a moment she might throw up on him.

"Hang on, lady," Lee said, carrying her toward the vehicles. He didn't relish the idea of being shot in the back, but if it came to that, the woman was more likely to suffer permanent damage from a bullet than he would. Besides, the sooner he got her to safety and set her down, the less likely it was that he'd be wearing her stomach contents.

When he reached the vehicles, Gorman opened the rear door to her unit, and Lee placed the woman inside. Before she'd even sat up, the door was closed.

"Good work, Officer Hawk," Gorman said, then gestured toward the woman slumped over on the bench. "Think she's injured?"

"No, but you may have to hose out your unit later. She's loaded to the gills." Lee regretted using that particular wording immediately. It really dated him.

"Great. Next time, pick Lucero's vehicle."

"Now I'm going to cover the back. Stay low and see if the woman can tell you anything about the kids—and find out about the gun," Lee added. When Gorman nodded, he turned and sprinted around in a wide circle, leaving the area illuminated by the glow of the headlights, and heading toward the bluff that ran along just behind the house.

Lee found an easy way up, taking big leaps now that he knew nobody was watching. Once he reached the top of the bluff, which was about twenty feet higher than the crown of the pitched roof of the house, he moved along the summit, watching the back door below and the four windows facing his direction for signs of activity and movement. A figure passed by a ground-floor window, carrying a flashlight, and Lee froze in place. That person was carrying a rifle or shotgun, but he'd walked by too fast for Lee to note any more details.

Glancing down at the pickup, which had been driven up onto a flagstone patio and through a garden patch—not a normal parking spot, obviously—Lee noticed a Ducks Unlimited sticker on the tailgate. There was the standard-issue New Mexico gun rack beside the rear window of the cab, and it was empty. Charles probably had a shotgun, which was deadly up close, but at least might not penetrate more than one interior wall—or an officer's vest.

Lee stepped back from the edge of the bluff and clicked the mike button. "Just saw the perp pass by a ground-floor window at the rear of the house. He has a rifle or shotgun, and a flashlight."

There were two answering clicks of the mike, then Gorman spoke. "Two kids inside—and it's a shotgun. That's all Mrs. Martin could give me."

Lee clicked to acknowledge, then moved closer to the edge of the bluff to check out the details of the house. The rear door looked solid, and was probably locked, so he'd have to pick it. Forcing it would make too much noise.

He looked for an easier point of entry. One of the upper-story windows was full length, opening out onto a small porch or sundeck. He could jump the twenty feet or so from the bluff to the deck, but it would make too much noise when he landed, so Lee rejected the idea.

He scanned the roof, but there were no skylights, and the chimney ... not an option unless you were a squirrel. Unless hecould pick the back door lock, he'd have to go through a window on the ground floor, or climb up that balcony. Suddenly he heard a woman's booming voice. It was Deputy Gorman, calling for Chuck Martin on the bullhorn.

Lee glanced down and saw a big object moving in front of one of the downstairs windows. It was a dresser or bookcase. Charles was blocking the ground-floor windows.

Knowing he had to act quickly, Lee looked for a place to jump down, and found a shrub of some kind growing up the cliff on a wooden trellis. Lee took a quick look at the house, then swung out over the edge. He hit the shrub directly in its center, and it broke his fall with a soft crunch.

Thanking God it hadn't been a rose, Lee squirmed out of the mashed plant and sprinted to the wall, ducking down low between the two ground-floor windows. There was a loud thump, and he saw what looked like a child's bed being propped up against the wall, mattress and all, blocking the window completely.

He was running out of options. The horizon would be lightening up within a half hour or less. Darkness was his ally, and if he was going to make use of it, the time to act was now.

"Charles Martin. Talk to me, please. We need to make sure you and your children are safe." Deputy Gorman's amplified voice echoed off the side of the bluff and onto the exterior wall.

Lee heard someone inside the house curse loudly. A half beat later came the sound of running footsteps, followed by the sound of breaking glass and the blast of a shotgun. "Get the hell off my land, cop, or somebody's going to die. I'd rather see my kids dead than living with that drunken slut."

Lee clicked his mike, and got two clicks back. The deputies were still okay, but it was obvious Charles Martin wasn't going to be reasonable.

"Mr. Martin. We want your children to be safe as much as you do. Let's talk this out. We want to make sure nobody gets hurt today," Gorman said through the bullhorn. She'd begun in ashaky voice, but had finished strong. Good for you, Lee cheered silently.

He inched over beneath the balcony, which was at least sixteen feet off the ground, and rose to his full height. Looking up, he gauged his jump, crouched, and, focusing his strength, leaped up. Powerful legs and the fluid motion of his hips and upper body propelled Lee to the wooden floor of the balcony, where he grabbed on to the bottom of the support rails. The wood creaked, but the balcony was well constructed and remained intact, holding his nearly two hundred pounds. Lee did a chin-up, and looked inside through an opening in the full-length curtains. The window was really a sliding-glass door that led into a large bedroom. The covers were messed up, and he could see a whiskey bottle on its side atop the carpet. Next to it was a child's doll. Other than the typical bedroom dresser and lamps, the room was empty.

Lee pulled himself up easily, slipped over the rail, and took two steps across the wooden deck to the sliding-glass door, his regulation Smith & Wesson .45 semi-auto in hand. He checked the latch, knowing he could lift the door off the track and defeat the lock, but it wasn't fastened. When he moved the handle it slid open easily. It figured. Nobody could get up here without a long ladder.

Lee opened the door just enough to step inside onto the carpet, then listened, his eyes directed toward the open door that led into a hall. A child was crying somewhere in the distance, but he couldn't detect any footsteps or activity within the house.

Then Officer Gorman started another round with the bullhorn. If he timed it right, her speech would cover his movements. He stepped across the room quickly, crouched, then peered down the hall. Several wheeled children's toys and a folding gate were scattered along the passage, perhaps placed there by Chuck to trip up an intruder. Either that, or the parents were lousy housekeepers.

Chuck's flashlight beam streaked past the stair railing on theground floor. Inching closer, Lee took a quick glance over the rail. A baby crib had been inverted in the middle of the spacious, sunken living room, and two children were lying on a quilt inside the hastily improvised jail. They had stuffed toys with them and their faces were tear-streaked, but although visibly upset, they appeared unharmed. At least he didn't have to worry about them getting in the way or stepped on.

The beam of the flashlight swung around toward the stairs and Lee flattened against the wall of the landing, barely avoiding a plastic dump truck. Meanwhile, Deputy Gorman's litany continued, calling for Mr. Martin to come out, unarmed, and turn himself in to protect his children.

"Yeah, right. Give them back to that drunk?" the man mumbled to himself. Then he shouted again. "These are my children, and I know what's best for them. Leave us alone."

Lee finally located Charles Martin as he moved across the room. A big man—no, make that an enormous man, Chuck looked like a walk-in freezer with a head. He reminded Lee of that ex-UNM Lobo All-American that now played pro ball for Chicago, only half again as large. Chuck stood beside the curtain, peering out, shotgun in his right hand.

Lee felt the reassuring weight of the Smith in his own grip, and knew he could take out the man right now with a head shot and end the danger to the kids once and for all. But that wouldn't solve the real problem here.

One of the kids called "Daddy" and Mr. Martin turned to look, directing his flashlight beam toward the crib. "It's okay, JJ. Daddy's here," the man whispered softly, crouching down on one knee to greet his son eye to eye. When the man placed his shotgun down on the rug for a second to wipe away a tear, that's when Lee decided to strike.

Easing his .45 back into its holster, Lee jumped up and swung over the top of the stair railing, directing the leap with his left hand as he cleared the banister by two feet.

Charles must have heard the wood creak, because he looked up just as Lee arrived. Lee landed with a thud just a foot away from the shotgun, and barely another foot from Mr. Martin, whose jaw had dropped a foot as he tried to decide what the hell was going on.

In one fluid motion, Lee slid the shotgun across the carpet in the opposite direction, then, using the heel of his other hand, leaned forward and propelled Chuck toward the front door with a thump in the middle of his chest.

Chuck gasped and slammed into the carved wooden door so hard that it cracked right down the center. The stricken man collapsed to the floor, landing hard onto his butt. Gasping, Chuck fumbled at his chest, trying to catch his breath. He was dazed and disoriented, his eyes wide with fear from the shock and speed of the assault.

"Stay down, Mr. Martin. I'm a state police officer, and you're now in my custody." Lee reached over and turned on both wall switches. A table lamp came on, as well as the outside porch light.

Charles Martin groaned, clutching his chest, but he was unable to take his eyes off Lee. "I'm twice your size. How in the hell ..."

"Stay where you are or you're going to find out, Mr. Martin." Lee reached over and clicked on his mike. "This is Hawk. Mr. Martin is in custody and the children are safe. Come on in."

Lee ended the call, then brought out his handcuffs. "Turn around with your back to me, Mr. Martin, slowly. And make sure I can see your hands. Please don't try anything else in front of your children, or I'll bounce your head off the fireplace."

Copyright © 2005 by David and Aimée Thurlo

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 19, 2012

    Great story

    This is another book in the Lee Nez series. This is a nice mystery with a State Policeman who also happens to be a vampire. There is plenty of action and the suspense kept you going until the end. This is an enjoyable that I hope continues. With Lee being a policeman in and around the Navajo Nation there are lots of adventures to take.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 31, 2005

    Refreshingly original

    State police officer Leo Hawk, once known as Lee Nez, is a Navaho half vampire who frequently works with FBI agent Diane Lopez who knows what he is and cares about him anyway. They are called to a crime scene where three people are staked and bite marks are on their neck. They trace the works to a nearby top secret federal facility where vampire Stewart Tanner, a full fledged vampire was being held against his will................ Experiments were conducted on him that were painful and could be considered torture. Eventually he went insane and when he was able to escape he killed his captors and is now going after federal employees. Dianne and Lee are assigned to the case and Lee has the best chance of catching him even though he is only a half vampire and Tanner is stronger and faster than him. As the body count mounts, Lee knows he has to work faster to take Tanner down but it is difficult when he has to hold back his true nature because he is working with mortals that will use him to experiment on if they discover he is a half vampire.............. Navaho culture is woven into the vampire legend and what results is a fantastic storyline that is creatively different than most vampire stories. Lee is a good man who protects mortals from the evil vampires that want to kill or turn humans. His sense of justice is strong and as a result he recognizes that there are good vampires in the world and he has no reason to go after them. PALE DEATH will appeal to horror and mystery fans as well as those who love to read tales that are refreshingly original................ Harriet Klausner

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