Bill Singer is a horrible person. He drinks too much, takes too many pills, screws every woman he can, and has a general disdain for the human race not seen since Vlad the Impaler. His only saving grace is he’s incredible at his job—a special investigator with the FBI. But when Bill’s longtime partner and only friend is tragically murdered, his myriad vices are kicked into overdrive and soon even his decorated career winds up in jeopardy. In an attempt to refocus the addled Agent Singer, he’s assigned a new rookie partner—a crafty idealist by the name of Anne Goodwin. If working copasetic with a woman isn’t alien enough, working with one smarter than him could prove downright disastrous! And their first assignment—arguably one of the most bizarre cases in the Bureau’s history—involves a missing Nobel Prize winning physicist who’s remains have turned up inside an aluminum foil wrapped, booby-trapped compound, deep in the remoteness of the Ozark mountains. As they quest to discover the truth as to what befell the physicist, Agents Goodwin and Singer are lead headlong into a metaphysical world of impossible science and otherworldly possibilities with regards to the true place of mankind in the universe. What at first seems a case of a mad scientist fallen prey to one of his own outlandish experiments, soon proves to be something much more sinister—a revelation that will change Singer and Goodwin forever.
About The Author
Late in the winter of 1989, Edward Sergoyan—snowshoeing in the Cascade Mountains of Western Washington—discovered a young boy wandering alone in the woods. Clothed in makeshift furs and skins, caked in mud, with long hair and nails, the boy was unable to communicate via any fashion other than grunts and wild gestures. Edward rushed the boy to the hospital where medical professionals and local law enforcement spent weeks analyzing his state and trying to match him with missing persons cases to no avail. Though unable to determine his precise age or how long he’d been alone in the wilderness, most subscribed to the belief that the boy had been on his own for most, if not all of his young life. How he had survived the rugged mountains of the Pacific Northwest has remained a mystery to this day.
Edward and Lynda Sergoyan later adopted the boy and named him Andrenik. Through much care and extensive therapy, Andrenik learned to read and write and strived to acclimate with modern society. Still, the road to normality was long and winding, but through his writing he found the means to release the demons which continued to haunt him, revenants left behind by the wilderness he once called home and the assuredly horrific things he experienced as a young boy.
Today, Andrenik lives in the small, quiet town of Snohomish Washington, in the foothills of the very mountains he once roamed and hunted in as a young, feral boy.
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