Chapter 4

“Apparently,” Sergeant Wallace continued, “there are rumors of some heightened activity we want to squash before it gets out of hand. You’ll be working with Agent Macalister for now, starting your new duty tomorrow.”

The fierce-eyed man had to be Macalister. He stood and extended a hand. Manuel almost crossed himself and then made a traditional warding sign used by his tribe against “evil eye” and other malevolent magic. Gotta cover all the bases in events like this. What in hell have I done to deserve such an honor?

He wanted to wipe his sweaty palms down his trousers before he accepted the hand Macalister extended, but he didn’t.

“My pleasure, Patrolman Ortega. I’m supposed to brief you on our assignment, but we can handle that tomorrow before we get started. Although I’ve worked this area some, it’s not totally familiar to me yet. Since this is your territory, your home, I hope you’re willing to take the role of navigator for the time being.”