The aardwolf inserted the key into the lock, and turned it, unlocking the door, and swingin it open.

There was no light in the cabin, but Conor’s nose twitched immediately. He smelled something, something that he knew very well. A smell he had often smelt, back in the war. LeFay reached for the light switch and flicked it, the lights illuminating the cabin before them.

Conor felt his heart twitch for a moment, and then, like an ice-cold paw, his training took over, stripping his face of all emotion, his eyes hardening up and becoming distant.
LeFay emitted a strangled yelp as his eyes set themselves on the sight before them.

The man was lying on his back, on his bunk, arms by his side. He was wearing spotted pyjamas, which were pulled down to his legs exposing his naked groin.

But that wasn’t the worst of it. His head was lying in a pool of blood and spinal fluids, having coloured the pillow and the white fur on his face crimson red. Through his right eye, pierced deep into his skull, a knife had been stabbed, a kitchen knife, heavy, slender.

He was dead.

Murdered.

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EDIT: Complete, finished book, click here: https://www.furaffinity.net/view/35.....che=1609409861

Cover and teaser to my newest Novel, Death on the Interstate Express - Featuring  LeFay's Aardwolf and my hyena in a thriller for survival in a snow-bound night train stuck somewhere in the US. With communications cut, and in the freezing night, a murder is committed.

The two are on their own - who can they trust, even each other? For there's a killer lurking, somewhere. They must do everything they can to prevent him from striking again.


Cover art done by the awsome  5thSun