Dr. Les Grant leads a group of graduate students into the Wyoming wilderness in search of an unidentified Native American medicine wheel photographed by an anonymous hiker. Instead,
they stumble upon a macabre tableau of suffering.
Fremont County Sheriff Keith Dandridge finds himself right at the heart of the mystery when twenty-seven bodies are disinterred in the Wind River Range at the westernmost edge of his jurisdiction, with the promise of more to come.
All the while, an unknown evil is summoning the men to its killing grounds, where the remains of the lost innocents are left to rot...and a fate far worse than death awaits them.
INNOCENTS LOST
MICHAEL McBRIDE
(An excerpt from the terrifying novel from Delirium Books.)
PROLOGUE
June 20th
Six Years Ago
'Happy Birthday to yooouuu.'
The song ended with laughter and applause.
'Make a wish, honey,' Jessie said. She raised the camera and focused on the child who was her spitting image: chestnut hair streaked blonde by the sun, eyes the blue of the sky on the most perfect summer day, and a radiant smile that showed just a touch of the upper gums.
Savannah wore the dress she had picked out specifically for her party, black satin with an indigo iridescence that shifted with the light. She rose to her knees on the chair, leaned over the cake, and blew out the ring of ten candles.
The camera flashed and the group of girls surrounding her clapped again.
'What did you wish for?' Preston asked.
'You know I can't tell you, Dad. Sheesh.'
'Why don't you girls run outside and play while I serve the cake and ice cream,' Jessie said. 'And after that we can open
'All right!' Savannah hopped out of the chair and merged into the herd of girls funneling out the back door into the yard. More laughter trailed in their wake.
Preston crossed the kitchen and closed the door behind them.
'So are all eight of them really spending the night here?' he asked, glancing out the window over the sink as he removed a stack of plates from the cupboard. The girls made a beeline toward the wooden jungle gym. One had already reached the ladder to the tree house portion and another slid down the slide.
'Do you really think the answer will change if you ask enough times, Phil?' She took the plates from her husband, set them on the table, and began to cut the cake. 'Besides, they'll be sleeping in the family room with a pile of movies. The most we'll hear from down the hall is a few giggles. Could you grab the ice cream from the freezer?'
'So what you're saying is they'll be distracted.' Preston eased up behind his wife, cupped her hips, and leaned into her.
She swatted his leg. 'With a houseful of kids? Are you out of your mind?'
'I wasn't proposing they watch.'
'Would you just get the ice---?'
The phone rang from the cradle on the wall.
Jessie elbowed him back, snatched the cordless handset, and answered while licking a dollop of frosting from her fingertip.
'Hello?'
Her smile vanished and her eyes ticked toward her husband.
'I'll take it in the study,' Preston said. He removed the gallon of Rocky Road from the freezer, set it on the table, and hurried down the hallway.
'He'll be right there,' Jessie said. Her voice faded behind him.
He ducked through the second doorway on the right and closed the door behind him. All trace of levity gone, he picked up the phone.
'Philip Preston,' he answered.
'Please hold for Assistant Special Agent-in-Charge Moorehead,' a female voice said. There was a click and then silence.
Preston paced behind his desk while he waited. He pulled back the curtains and looked out into the yard. Two of the girls twirled a jump rope on the patio for a third, while several others fired down the slide. Savannah and another girl arced back and forth on the swings. He couldn't believe his little girl was already ten years-old. Where had the time gone? In a blink, she had gone from toddler to pre-teen. In less than that amount of time again, she would be off on her own, hopefully in college---
'Special Agent Preston,' a deep voice said. He could tell by his superior's tone that something bad must have happened.
Preston worked out of the Denver branch of the Federal Bureau of Investigation, thirty miles to the northeast of the bedroom community of Evergreen where he lived. The Lindbergh Law of 1932 gave the Crimes Against Children Division the jurisdiction to immediately investigate the disappearance of any child of 'tender age,' even before twenty-four hours passed and without the threat that state lines had been crossed. As a member of the Child Abduction Rapid Deployment, or CARD, team, he was summoned to crime scenes throughout the states of Colorado and Wyoming, often before the local police. It was a depressing detail that caused such deep sadness that by the time he returned home, even his soul ached. But it was an important job, and at least at the end of the day, unlike so many he encountered through the course of his work, his wife and daughter were waiting for him with smiles and kisses in the insulated world he had created for them.
'Yes, sir.'
