5/24/2023 0 Comments Shadow prey book![]() In twomonths, he had friends all over the hippie community. Larry Clay started by growing his hair out, down on hisshoulders, and dragging around town in a ’56 Ford. His family, except for the oldman, who made all the money, was shocked. Larry came out of college andjoined the Phoenix police force. The other Clay boys went into the family business:chemicals, plastics, aluminum. Lawrence Duberville Clay was the last son of arich man. A lot ofthem were fat, a lot of them were old. Buta drunk Indian chick? There was a traffic jam. Say “drunk Indian,” meaning a male, and you’d thinkevery squad in town had driven off a cliff. Hell, theyliked it.Īnd that’s why, when a call went out, squad cars respondedfrom all over Phoenix. It wasn’t like you were wearing it out.It’s not like they had less than they started with. “Leave her.”They were nothing but drunk Indian chicks. ![]() The girl was sitting in the alley, dazed, surrounded bydiscarded advertising leaflets that had blown out of theDumpster. Theytook a few seconds to get some clothes on the girl. When Reed finished, Clay was back in uniform. “You about done?” he asked, as the Bobbie Gentry songtrickled out into the alley. Clay keptturning and finally found a country station playing “Odeto Billy Joe.” An all- news station was babbling aboutRobert Kennedy’s challenging Lyndon Johnson. ![]() Clay took it out, turned it on and hunted forsomething decent. The squad car’s only radios were police- band, so Clay andReed carried a transistor job that Reed had bought in a PXin Vietnam. “God damn,” Reed said, “you got yourself a virgin.” Heducked into the backseat and said, “Here comes Daddy.” Clay was in the alley, staring downat himself. Reed slipped off his gunbelt and dumped it on top of thecar behind the light bar. A minute later hefinished and crawled off. He put one big hand over her faceand said, “Shut up, bitch,” but he liked it. It clattered off the side and fell into the alley.Ĭlay was in full gallop when the girl’s howl pitched up,reaching toward a scream. Reed laughed and said,“Hurry up,” and lobbed his empty beer can toward one of theDumpsters. “Christ, she sounds like afuckin’ coon- dog,” said Reed, a Kentucky boy. Larr圜lay peeled the drunk Indian girl, tossing her clothes on thefloor of the backseat, wedging himself between her legs. They were in a service alley, tucked between two Dumpsters.Carl Reed, a beer can in his hand, kept watch. Because Shadow Love is right behind them. But despite the countrywide carnage they needn’t look far. Recruited to be the lethal hand of a terrorist campaign, Shadow Love has his own bloody agenda, one he will do anything to achieve.Įnlisted to find him are Minneapolis police lieutenant Lucas Davenport and New York City police officer Lily Rothenburg. A series of ritualistic murders committed across the United States draws Lucas Davenport into an unimaginable conspiracy of revenge in this “classic”( Boston Globe) thriller in the #1 New York Times bestselling series.Ī slumlord butchered in Minneapolis.A rising political star executed in Manhattan.A judge slashed to death in Oklahoma City.Įach victim has a history of bad behavior, but the only thing the killings have in common is the murder weapon-a Native American ceremonial knife-and a trail of blood that leads to an embodiment of evil known only as Shadow Love. A series of ritualistic murders committed across the United States draws Lucas Davenport into an unimaginable conspiracy of revenge in this "classic" ( Boston Globe) thriller in the #1 New York Times bestselling series.
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