“There is sufficient lack of blood volume for what is expected in the human body,” she repeats.
He throws up his hands, scoffing, turning away. The other gives her something of a sympathetic look. She is not needful of either reaction.
“Detective Pasztor, I am the coroner. You are the detective,” she reminds him.
“I know that,” he snaps, turning, glaring at her, “What did the killer do with it? Are we dealing with a vampire?”
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The savage serial killer continues to plague the City. Is it some sort of human-animal hybrid or worse? The carnage left behind is unsettling, confusing. The local police have no idea how deeply this goes.
One of the core elements to the plot in my first novel, Dance of the Butterfly, is something of a murder mystery. It is not handled in the traditional sense, mainly because it is only one of the myriad facets making up the overall “secret” within the story. It was very enjoyable exploring this vein of the tale, especially leaving out all the little bread crumbs for readers.
I humbly invite you to see for yourself in Dance of the Butterfly, the first novel in my urban fantasy series. For 18+ readers.
Dance of the Butterfly – print version
Dance of the Butterfly – electronic editions
Dance of the Butterfly 