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A New Game Plan

I’ve come up with a new game plan for the Whisperings series.

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The Demon Hunters

 

Demon-hunters-72dpiWHISPERINGS BOOK TWO

My name is Tiff Banks and I see the violently slain. They whisper to me, and they never, ever, forget the face of their killer.

This latest case could well drive me crazy. Our Dark Cousin clients are looking for a Latino gangsta, but they’re not exactly informative, and I know they’re not telling me everything. Neither is my partner, ex-detective Royal Mortensen. What are Dark Cousins? Royal knows, but won’t, or can’t, tell me.

A nineteenth-century journal turns up in my mailbox. Who sent it to me, and why?

When the case turns ugly, so does my relationship with the one man I’ve come to trust. I need answers, so it’s back to what I do best; pound the pavement and talk to dead people.

Can my spectral informers help me this time?

You bet.

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Linda D. Welch

I was born in Hampshire, England and after moving to the USA lived in Idaho, California and New Mexico before settling in the Wasatch Mountains of Utah. I now live in a mountain valley more or less halfway up a mountainside with my husband Tom and Scottish terrier Duncan. Unlike Tiff Banks, the heroine of the Whisperings series of paranormal mysteries, I am not tall and white-haired, do not see demons and haven’t seen a dead person for a while. I’m actually older than dirt, have the aches and pains which come with age and the cantankerous nature.

No, I don’t see dead people. Not a dead person in sight. What I do see are moose, deer, fox, raccoon, skunk, wild turkey, a huge wild bird population, feral cats (which I trap, have neutered and returned to the wild) and a ridiculous amount of snow. When not writing, and depending on the season, I’m usually tending to Scottie or husband (guess which one gets preferential treatment,) filling the bird feeders, futiley attacking the weeds in my much-too-big garden or shoveling out after a snow storm.