of dog attacks loaded. It wasn’t a damn dog that stormed through her home. It was . . . a lizard
man, thing.Someone laughed. Another joined in. The snoring stopped replaced by a protractedyawn. The rollers on a chair squeaked. Alexis ducked low in her seat.
Snap, crackle, pop. Yates must’ve stretched every muscle in his body and cracked every
bone. A chill swept over her and pebbled her skin. She spun around, sure, someone lurked
behind her. No one was there. So why did she feel like she wasn’t alone?
A file slapped against the ground bringing her back to the five W’s. Who, what, when,
where and why. She peeked around her computer and watched Yates pick up the file andstumble towards the bathroom.Time frame: One week ago. She Typed in the name she remembered, Irma Barker. LastTuesday, the retired transit worker reported a wild beast lived in the factory across the streetfrom her. She gave a vivid description of a giant lizard man. The only reason Detective Henry
took the report and didn’t chase her out of the precinct and back to Rockland Coun
ty wasMcCabe. Suddenly, the bastard had a heart. She scrawled the info on a Post-It and peeled theyellow square from the stack. Somewhere out there, this thing stalked Stella Waker. Maybe thislead would help find her.Thirty seconds later, she was back in her car and on the way to Rockland County. FreshNew York City air never smelled or felt so good. Plus, the rushing air kept her alert. The pre-dawn traffic was light. She sped along the Westside Highway just above the speed limit. Within