A twisted MO torn straight from the history books.
Arnold Landon steps out with his lady friend, hunting for relics on the deserted dig site where he works. Before long, they stumble on something under a bridge. The mangled remains of Arnold's fellow historian.
His chest gapes open, his insides arranged in a pair of bloody wings.
Arnold's no expert, but he knows a bloodeagle when he sees one, the handiwork of a berserker warrior. Mad with blood lust and out for vengeance.
Who will believe that's possible? The police are skeptical. But as the body count rises, Arnold's wild theories become harder to discount.
Can he piece it all together before the killer strikes again?
