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Detective Lara Mendes's hard work finally pays off when she gets the chance to join the homicide detail. There's only one catch; she has to partner up with a cop no one wants to work with.
John Gallagher is a veteran homicide detective who loves stomping bad guys and hates partners. When the Lieutenant saddles him with this green kid named Mendes, his first reaction is to ditch her but a call comes in about a body on the river bank and the rotation says they're up.
What they find are human remains, mutilated and partially devoured. Their investigation reveals a killer stalking the city with a pack of vicious, feral dogs.
And the suspect believes he is a werewolf.
But this is Portland, where crazy bastards outnumber normal ones ten to one. Except there's another catch. The crazy werewolf guy? He isn't crazy...
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JOHN GALLAGHER SMILED as he pushed the shitbag up against the chain link. The guy looked antsy and sweaty in his green parka, and that made Gallagher happy. Few things were as satisfying as watching the eyes of some screwhead when he realizes his world has turned instantly to shit.
Gallagher had been with the Portland Police Bureau for sixteen years, the last eight as a detective with Homicide Detail. And nothing topped working homicide. Ninety percent of the job was braindead boring but the other tiny percentage of piecing together murders and tracking down shitbags was unlike anything else. The methods one chose to pursue the job were key and John Gallagher led more with his guts than his head and that had consequences. His internal file was stuffed fat with reprimands, warnings and final warnings about his aggressive methods but all of that was balanced against a clean closure rate. The complaints and threatened lawsuits from banged-up suspects were silenced by a clean evidence trail that pinned the son of a bitch to the wall. Just like this shitbag in the parka.
“Hey man, we just wanna talk”, Detective Roberts said, holding up his palms. Roberts was older than Gallagher, clocking down this side of fifty. Cautious and methodical. He hated working with Gallagher and the feeling was mutual. Fourteen hours earlier, they had been at the hospital, looking down at a woman who had died shortly after arrival. She had been beaten and tossed down a flight of stairs in some godawful tenement in No Po. They went to work looking for the woman’s boyfriend and voila. Now the part Roberts hated, playing peacemaker off Gallagher’s wolverine schtick.
“Wasn’t me.” The man in the parka clucked his teeth. “Go piss on somebody else’s life.”
“We will, chief”. Gallagher said. “Soon as we’re done pissing all over yours”.
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Italian
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Translated by Alessandra Elisa Paganin
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Luiz Henrique Costa Camelo
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Spanish
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Fernando Daniel González Salazar
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