It takes a beast to catch a killer!
Nick Lupo is a good cop-with the instincts of a great detective...or maybe a wolf. Lupo has a lot in common with wolves, which is only natural considering he's a werewolf. He's battled the creature inside him for years, but now there's another predator in the area. A bloodthirsty serial killer is leaving a gruesome trail of victims, and it's up to Lupo to track him down and stop the slaughter. Will Lupo dare to unleash one beast to stop another?
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About the Author
W.D. Gagliani is the author of the novels Wolf's Trap, Wolf's Bluff, Wolf's Gambit, Wolf's Edge, and Savage Nights, as well as many short stories in the horror, crime, and thriller fields. He has also published a fair amount of nonfiction book reviews, articles, and interviews, all helping illuminate his chosen fields. Gagliani holds a Master's Degree in English from the University of Wisconsin at Milwaukee, where he also taught Creative Writing and Composition. Raised in Genova, Italy, as well as Kenosha, Wisconsin, he now lives and writes in Milwaukee.
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By W.D. Gagliani
Copyright © 2006
All right reserved.
Cincinnati; March 2, 2002
He headed for the park again.
He went just about every day, when the weather was nice, but
only once every few weeks did he feel the tingle that told him
something special would happen.
Today he felt the tingle, and he smiled.
It was warm, but he wore his parka anyway. The mushy ground
seemed to spring under his step, still wet from the last snow,
but the benches were dry.
He pulled himself into character, easily enough.
He was so happy. He was going to see a girl.
He'd been seeing her every day for a couple of weeks now, and
had managed to say "hello" in his own shy way. And Susan had
just as shyly told him her name when he'd pressed her for it a
few days before, after she told him she liked to watch him
feed squirrels. Maybe it was the way the small, furry rodents
climbed all over him, looking for peanuts and corn kernels,
that first attracted her to him. Or because he was a nice,
quiet person. He dressed well, spoke well, and made her feel
safe with his subdued manner.
And maybe his priest's collar made her feel even safer.
When Susan had come up to him that first day, he'd had to
admit that she was cute. Just plain, really, with a heavy dose
of cute. Brown hair, grey eyes, normal nose (maybe a little
bony) and no make-up except lipstick.That had made him perk
right up. When she smiled, she was no longer plain.
He was a smile man, pure and simple.
And she did smile, seeing all those squirrels waiting their
turn to jump up and search through the folds and pockets of
the young priest's parka.
"I didn't realize they were so tame," she had said.
He pretended to see her for the first time. "Oh, yes," he
said, "they're pretty used to me."
When he looked at her, he often looked at just her lips. He
did that, he explained, because he was a little deaf, though
not enough to require a hearing aid. He told her it helped
just to see her lips forming words. It didn't hurt when the
lips he "read" were so stunningly perfect.
He smiled at her, his priestly smile.
"They're so cute," she said, smiling back.
He nodded, silent because one chubby squirrel was checking out
the top of his head, tiny paws grabbing onto his shoulder.
When it was done, it scurried down the back of the parka, and
a different fellow climbed up. He put another peanut in his
"You must be a regular," she said, and he was happy to see
that she wanted to keep talking. So they chatted about
squirrels and rabbits and their feeding habits, and he told
her that he'd been feeding them every day. He noted that when
she smiled her eyes sparkled.
"Well, I have to get back to work," she said after a while,
real regret apparent in her voice.
"Where do you work?" he asked. An innocent question.
She told him a lie and he smiled. "Very nice! Maybe I'll see
"Yes," she said, "maybe."
So he continued going back to the park, his starched collar in
place. The next day she didn't stay long - she had a lunch
date - but she said hello and watched him feed a pudgy
squirrel. She laughed and called him Piglet. He looked at her
as she laughed. She really did feel safe, and that made him
She didn't come the next three days, and he wished he had
taken her picture. He had a camera in his bag, but it might
have been difficult to explain why a priest would want to
photograph a pretty girl. So he spent hours sitting in the
chilly early spring sunlight, throwing nuts to the gathered
squirrels with little angry gestures.
She was back the following Monday, calling out a cheery hello
that startled him. He looked at her eyes for a second, then
her mouth. She smiled; then he smiled, too. The squirrels were
insistent, though, and he had to concentrate on the feeding.
She took a brown bag out of her spacious purse and sat on the
next bench. That was when she first told him her name.
He told her his name, and she said, "Martin, that's a nice
"Father Martin," he corrected her, "though I'm between parish
assignments right now."
He fed hungry squirrels, and she ate a sparse lunch, throwing
out crumbs that the furry creatures scooped into their tiny
mouths. Then, while he watched, she refreshed her bright
lipstick before smiling and waving goodbye.
His hands itched, and he scratched them until they almost
bled, the camera lying screaming and unused in his duffel bag.
If only he could have planted an excuse, a reason, to
But, no, a priest couldn't get away with it, not this day and
Martin felt a sharp pain behind his eyes. Susan's face blended
into Caroline's, and he knew that her memory was weighing on
him again, causing his vision to blur and his hands to itch.
Her loss was the catalyst, the reason for his visits to the
park this month, and for his visits to the airport last month.
No, it was the moon's position, he thought, pushing the
pinprick pain aside once again.
He knew it was almost showtime. His great crusade, his life's
work. Everything he'd done up to now was just a warm-up, an
opener, a prelude. He was ready now - almost ready - to make
the blood flow.
"It won't be long, Caroline," he thought. "Not long at all."
Now, as he spread peanuts on the bench and called the
squirrels, he spied Susan approaching on the path from the
parking lot. She was right on time - had her lunch hour
planned to the minute - and she waved as he looked up. In one
hand she carried one of those colorful reusable lunch sacks
and in the other a clear bag of goodies for the squirrels.
He smiled and waved, too, and wrestled his bag closer, making
sure the flap was closed. He didn't want her to see his
surprise too soon. It was time to move on, and the expectation
surged through him like high voltage. He always enjoyed the
culmination of his plans. He always enjoyed the moving-on
part, and this time he had something even bigger to look
He patted the bag. One thing at a time. Finish one series of
actions before beginning another.
He had planned this well. He planned everything well.
He smiled at the thought of it.
When he looked up at Susan, he knew that for the first time
she could see into and beyond his bland eyes. Past his smile.
Into his darkness. She hesitated, her steps first slowing and
then coming to a halt.
It was too late. Understanding crossed her features just as
his hand came out of the bag.
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by W.D. Gagliani
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Most Helpful Customer Reviews
A different perspective of a werewolf tale. Detective Dominic (Nick) Lupo on the hunt for a fiendish serial killer, puts his natural instincts to work in apprehending him, Martin Stewart . Martin, with his looks and charm has enticed all his victims into a false sense of security, enabling him to inflict his horrific actions upon his victims. Lupo, haunted from his demons, doesn't know he is on Martin's list. The tale draws the reader into a nightmare of the hunter and hunted, but leaves the reader to decide who is the hunter and hunted. Fast paced lethal adventure with teeth that will inflict the reader until the end. This could be a movie if, as usual, they do the book justice. Jump into this with eyes wide open. Martin could be lurking just outside your window.
Actually the story is not bad and the writing is competent. Assumed I was reading the first of a series and I gather that in a way I was. I found the pornography disruptive and would rather more attention had been paid to the story line and characters. I struggled through the last 100 pages mostly due to stuborness but there is something there--maybe good craftsmanship. I suspect fans of the vigilanti and werewolf genres would enjoy this much more than I did.
The book takes you back to the beginning, gives background of his family to help give insight into why Nick is who he is. Very much recommend this book but than I love werewolves. Always looking for time in my day to drop from reality for a while.