Welcome to the serial story, Hunting the Hunters. For some of you this may sound familiar as it is a resurrection of an old serial I had been working on years ago. It’s time I got back to it, so I’m cleaning up and editing the old posts before finishing the story. Please let me know what you think!
The Meeting that Changed Everything
Rain poured outside, leaving gigantic puddles on the cobblestone street in Winterberg, Germany, where I sat at the Tír na nÓg to meet my contact.
Kinda ironic. Here I am sitting in an Irish bar in the middle of Germany meeting a Brit. What the hell am I doing here without backup I can trust?
“Pardon me, might you be Emma?” A smooth, British baritone interrupted my thoughts.
I looked up to see the most drop dead gorgeous man I’d ever seen. He had to be six and a half feet tall and ripped in a way I’d only ever seen airbrushed onto photos of male models. He had dark hair that just brushed his shoulders. His sapphire dress shirt, unbuttoned at the top, revealed a perfect golden tan that couldn’t be natural yet looked too good to be fake.
I blinked and had to clear my throat several times before answering. “Yeah, that’s me.”
“My name is James. I am very glad you agreed to meet me here first. May I have a seat?”
“I’m sorry,” I said, shaking my head trying to get it back out of the clouds. “Please, join me.”
“I need to make sure you understand before we proceed that this may be a perilous venture should you continue.”
I thought about what he hinted at. Yes, it involved some huge risks. But, after all I’d already been through, I had to see this through. I had to get in with these people and find out the truth. James was my ticket in and I couldn’t pass it up.
“I’m sure. I’ve flown half way around the world tracking this thing. There is something going on and I need to know what it is. The trail leads to them. There is no other option.”
“I thought you might say that. I must caution you, though, this may not work. They are perhaps one of the most secretive clans I know. No one there would have harmed anyone.”
“Tell that to my sister. Oh, wait, you can’t. She’s dead. Her murderer’s trail leads here and Brayden said you’d help me. Are you going to help or am I wasting my time?”
“Please, I meant no offense. But, understand, things here are not the same as they are in America. Clans like this one do not have the same freedoms here. That has an impact on how they perceive outsiders. But,” James stood up. “If you are prepared, we can leave tonight. They agreed to meet us on the outskirts of the city.”
I dropped several paper bills on the table and shrugged back into my black leather jacket to protect against the rain. After downing the last two swallows of my beer, I gestured for James to lead the way.
He gave me a rather quizzical look before he turned and stepped out into the sodden, halogen lit German night.
Finally, I’ll find the people responsible for Laura’s death. And when I do, they’ll regret ever getting involved with her.