Piercing the Veil

Magnum heard a zing and a sharp thud behind her. She dropped low and glanced back to see a still-quivering arrow stuck head height in a tree. Frantic, she scanned the forest and glimpsed a person standing in deep shadows, trance-like. The long bow's string was pulled taut, a second arrow nocked and aimed directly at her face.

This was not the retirement that Detective Sergeant Magnum Schultz had envisioned when she said adios to her department. The ghosts of those years with her as the designated "shit magnet" must have followed her.

She had been peacefully retired, tending goats and chickens, when her nemesis, George Rooney, showed up. She knew it was a mistake to listen to the old man, but the memory of the adrenaline rush she'd felt as a police detective had sucked her in and he'd convinced her to join him as a private investigator.

If only she'd ignored him, she'd be sitting peacefully on her porch, drinking a cold beer, instead of facing imminent death by skewering, as she was right now. How had she blundered into the eerie, uncharted worlds of witch covens, voodoo and even life-after-death?

And more to the point, how the hell would she get out of this one?

Dettagli