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* The Sentinel *
HOWL OF THE WOLF 2
In this amazing collection of brand-new slash stories written by
Bluewolf, you will visit a world where Blair Sandburg is in a coma
and meets a stranger, Jim Ellison, on the spirit plane -- can Jim
bring what he learns about being a Sentinel back with him to the
waking world? Also, as a new ride-along to his Sentinel, can Blair
use his unique knowledge to figure out why a serial killer is so
fixated on the number nine and children, in time to stop him from
killing again, without running into a particular cop who takes
pleasure in baiting him? In this thick, 200+ page zine, you'll find
those stories and much, much more!
RUMOR by Bluewolf
The body was being taken out of the office as they reached it.
Dan Wolfe was following and paused when he saw Jim, Burke and
"Any idea how he was killed?" Jim asked.
"Not yet. I think that pattern was carved into his shoulder
when he was still alive, though he was probably unconscious; it bled
quite profusely. However, it was the only obvious injury."
Jim nodded. His nose was twitching. He could smell something
that seemed out of place, something he couldn't identify but knew he
had smelled before. Something not particularly pleasant....
Mentally, he snapped his fingers. It was the same faint, unpleasant
odor he had detected in the basement where the children's bodies had
been found, but here it was even stronger, and he realized he had
been aware of it the first time he was in the office. He just hadn't
paid much attention to it. He remembered how uneasy he had felt, and
realized it had to be the result of smelling the... whatever it was.
He knew that this time he would remember it.
MISTAKEN IDENTITY by Bluewolf
To the room's occupant, the one-way glass appeared to be nothing
more than a mirror. Two men stood watching Blair through it as he
investigated the room.
"Do you believe him?" one asked.
"Yes, Mr. Finnison," the otherthe man who had spoken to Blair
replied. "It's too easy for us to discover if he lied about knowing
and living with Ellison. And I intend to have a few words with the
men who were watching Ellison," he added, his voice very
cold. "Perhaps I should say, the men who were *supposed* to be
watching Ellison. Clearly they were not."
After some minutes, as Blair settled down in front of his
laptop, he went on. "I hoped at first that we could still use him to
put pressure on Ellison, possibly get him to tape a terrified plea
to 'Do what these guys want', but...." He shook his head. "I don't
think it would occur to Sandburg to expect a cop to help 'an
impoverished grad student'." He was silent for a moment,
thinking. "The impression I got was that he considered cops were
automatic enemies of anyone who did not have money. That does not
mean to say, however, that he is on our side. You heard himhe was
arrested for taking part in a 'peaceful protest', he said,
because 'the bosses insisted.' The impression I got was that he
distrusts anyone in authority and would happily exist without
authority figures. That if someone else tells him to do something,
or expects him to do something, he will consider it first and only do
it if *he* wants to, if he sees a reason, perhaps an advantage to
himself, if he does it.
"How many men in his situation do you know who would not have
wrapped a sheet or a towel around their waist, even believing
themselves to be alone? I think he knows we would expect it, so he
has deliberately chosen to remain completely naked."
"I wonder if he would remain as unselfconscious about it if we
"I'm quite sure he would." Although Rob Hardiman knew that his
employer had been watching while he spoke to their prisoner and had
heard every word the man said, he was also aware that he was
undoubtedly the better judge of character. His employer was too used
to dealing with men who could be bought, and bought easily. He had
no doubt that their prisoner had a priceall men did. However, money
would not buy this man, of that he was sure. And Albert Finnison did
not have the imagination to understand there was any other way to buy
But even realizing that, Hardiman had no idea what *would* buy
From first-time to established relationship, these stories cover the
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