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to the department to regroup.
    The road was deserted as she drove, a byproduct of living in Babble Creek. Everyone was either at home with their families or getting ready for the week ahead except those at church who wouldn’t have let out yet. She steered her car to the edge of the road as she saw Powell’s car heading toward her. As soon as it passed, she whirled her own car around to follow it back.
    Becca pulled into the department’s parking lot behind them. She stepped from her car and stormed over to Taylor as he and her deputies were getting out. She slammed him against the side of their vehicle. “What is that thing, huh? Two people have been killed in my town in less than forty-eight hours. I want answers and I want them now!”
    Jeff Taylor stared at her. “You already know exactly what we’re dealing with, don’t you, Sheriff?”
    Becca released him and turned to Powell. He was a wreck and in the process of lighting up a cigarette from the emergency pack he’d kept in his car ever since he quit the nasty habit over a year ago. “Becca . . .” he said, “we’re going to need some bigger guns.”
    Becca, Powell, Brent, and Warren gathered with Jeff in her office. Gab was busy making them coffee and keeping watch over the phone in case a report of the monster came in.
    “ Mr. Taylor, you have no idea how much I would like to lock you in a cell and book you for Tom’s murder, but as it stands, we need all the help we can get.”
    Powell cut in. “Gab gave Justin and his little gang a call. They should be here with the dogs soon.”
    Becca nodded her acknowledgment and continued. “What exactly are we dealing with? Is that thing really a sasquatch?”
    “ Yes,” Jeff said. “I believe it is, or it’s so close it doesn’t matter. It’s old, been in these parts a long time. If you flip through your files from the past two decades—now that you believe—you’ll see evidence of that.”
    “ I thought Bigfoot was peaceful,” Warren said.
    “ They’re supposed to be.” Becca cut her gaze to Jeff, looking for an explanation.
    “ This one’s not,” he said. “For whatever reason, this one is feral. It’s a born killer. The thing enjoys toying with its prey.”
    “ Does it really matter?” Powell said. “What matters is, how do we stop this thing?”
    “ You’re not going to tonight without a lot of people dying,” Jeff said. “In the woods, it already has too many advantages over us without adding the cover of darkness. I suggest we wait until morning and go in with only the most experienced hunters you have. Simple numbers aren’t going to work. It’ll just pick us off one or two at a time as it feels like it until we get lucky.”
    “ This thing is huge.” Brent shifted on his feet where he stood in front of Becca’s desk with the others. “Do we even have anything that can take it down with a single shot?”
    “ That’s a good point,” Becca said. “The department’s shotguns, AR 15s, and Glocks aren’t hard-hitting enough. They’re not going to get any real penetration.”
    “ I am sure Fred has something we can use to go along with Mr. Taylor’s .30-.06. They’re a lot of hunters that live in this town. Rounding up some firepower shouldn’t be a problem,” Powell said.
    “ Take Warren and get on it,” Becca said.
    Powell looked like he didn’t want to leave. He was the ranking deputy and wanted to be a part of the planning, but he reluctantly led Warren out of the office.
    Becca turned to Jeff. “What about traps? Could we rig up something to stop it?”
    “ Sure, but the thing is smart, too. It’s been living near humans and killing them for a very long time. It’d be a long shot to bag it that way, but we could try,” he replied. “There’s three grenades left in my car. We could pick them up and set some tripwires.”
    “ Whoa,” Brent said. “Why don’t we just call in the National Guard? Heck, the Macon department has a helicopter and more