Hunting the VA Slayer
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I so wanted you to just stop your nightly specials. Take yourself out of harm’s way. But you didn’t. And by the time I realized you were taken and in imminent danger, it was too late for me to help you. Dr. Ames had already taken you, and I couldn’t find you. That was the one time I was glad Anderson was alive—so that he could save my Ana Maria. When he came riding in on the white horse Olds of his I was actually grateful to him.
Just the thing that I envisioned when I worked so hard to gain parole. To save you myself.
We will meet again. That is a mathematical certainty. But you don’t have to worry about looking over your shoulder, waiting for me to harm you. I won’t.
I cannot say the same for Arn Anderson.
About the Author
C. M. WENDELBOE ENTERED THE law enforcement profession when he was discharged from the Marines as the Vietnam war was winding down.
In the 1970s, his career included assisting federal and tribal law enforcement agencies embroiled in conflicts with American Indian Movement activists in South Dakota.
He moved to Gillette, Wyoming, and found his niche, where he remained a sheriff’s deputy for more than 25 years.
During his 38-year career in law enforcement he had served successful stints as police chief, policy adviser, and other supervisory roles for several agencies. Yet he always has felt most proud of “working the street.” He was a patrol supervisor when he retired to pursue his true vocation as a fiction writer.
He writes the Spirit Road Mystery series; Bitter Wind Mystery series, Nelson Lane Frontier Mystery series, and the Tucker Ashley Western series.