Exploring an angle of big-beast mistaken identity, suggesting the real wolf had doubled-back into the forest, would give his conspiracy-keen readers a whiff of cover-up they could explore on the web forum.
“Take a near-miss line on this one, Aitch,” confirmed a familiar voice behind him, and Hendrix turned to see Tom Giles peering at the photos.
“We could go with a direct accusation,” said Hendrix. “I think there’s enough material and the farmer might break. But I’m inclined to agree with you. The last thing we want is to solve some of these things. What will we write about next year?”
Tom laughed and pushed a few of the pictures around on the desk.
“You seemed to like it down there. Memories of camo-cream and cosy nights with the squaddies? I might send you back in the summer.”
“No thanks. Once in a while’s okay, but the cream brings out my eczema.”
Giles snorted a laugh while studying the prints from varying angles by tipping his head. “This one,” he said, picking up a long-distance shot of the dog as it ran down the farm track. “It’s suitably ambiguous, particularly if we add a bit of grain. And get Joan to shop a red ring round it. You know the sort of thing? ‘Is this Dartmoor’s killer canine?’”
Hendrix nodded. “Not a very satisfying end. Sometimes I’d like to get something serious out of a lead. Something that matters. Imagine breaking the Trafigura scandal and then fighting those bastard lawyers to get your words out.”
Tom scratched his temple. “We aren’t about to send you to the Ivory Coast if that’s what you’re driving at.”
“How much cryptozoology can a man take before he starts seeing big foot in the garden, aliens in Parliament and rampaging plesiosaurs in the town square?”
A man emerges from the sodden undergrowth, lost, lonely and starving he is mown down by a speeding car on the edge of a remote forest.
Rumours of ghostly apparitions haunt a rural Northumberland community.
A renowned forensic research establishment is troubled by impossible results and unprecedented interference from an influential drug company.
Hendrix 'Aitch' Harrison is a tech-phobic journalist who must link these events together.
Normally side-lined to investigate UFOs and big-beast myths, but thrust into world of cynical corporate motivations, Hendrix is aided by a determined and ambitious entomologist. Together they delve into a grisly world of clinical trials and a viral treatment beyond imagining.
In a chase of escalating dangers, Aitch must battle more than his fear of technology to expose the macabre fate of the drugged victims donated to scientific research.
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Genre – Crime, Thriller, Horror
Rating – R-16
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