Author:
Alex McGilvery has been reading since before he can remember, and writing almost that long. He has published 18 books and is author and editor at his imprint Celticfrog Publishing. He lives in Kamloops with his dog and the stories clawing their way out of his head.

A white moose, seen as a spirit animal by the Cree is shot. The hunters are murdered, then the hunting lodges burned to the ground. A group calling themselves the White Moose Clan has declared war on Canada and Spruce Bay is caught in the middle. Jim and Leigh struggle with escalating tensions between groups in town as events spiral out of control.

Spruce Bay

Jim wanted to be sick, but he didn't have time. The bodies were laid out in the snow, in bags now. Twenty-four people dead or injured, because the military didn't let him arrest that woman. The two Captains were subdued and deferring to Jim around every decision. Now they could go home, the people refused. They stayed to mourn their dead. Some silently and some with wails and tears.


Leigh's car pulled up, and Alastair, Georgia and Lyanne piled out of it. They walked toward him and he could see the urgency in spite of the slow pace. Georgia was in bare feet. 


"Wait a minute, Sergeant Creeley." Jim ran over to the three. For some reason both Lyanne and Alastair were holding Georgia's hands. She looked like she'd been beaten. Her face was swollen and her nose might be broken. 


Chapter Fifty-Two