Guardians of the Night (A Gideon and Sirius Novel)
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As the sole members of LAPD’s Special Cases Unit, Detective Michael Gideon and his German shepherd partner Sirius work investigations considered bizarre even by Los Angeles’s standards. Yet their latest case is more than strange—it might be out of this world.
Ronald “Wrong” Pauley is a homeless man long fallen from grace. When Pauley’s late-night drinking is interrupted by a detonation of light, he sees what he describes as a “being of light” in the alley below. Pauley tries to help, but ends up as a witness to what he believes is the murder of a fallen angel.
Gideon and Sirius are already in the midst of trying to determine the identity of the so-called “Reluctant Hero” who seemed to magically appear just moments after shots began ringing out at an elementary school. Braving gunfire, the hero tackled the shooter, and then disappeared.
Both cases defy easy answers, but when Pauley turns up dead, the detectives are left with two murders to solve and lots of questions. Gideon and Sirius—along with help from a newfound friend—investigate that thin line between the real and surreal to make sense of these possible crimes.
delivering death. The Strangler knew death when he heard it and stopped talking. I ripped off my LAPD windbreaker and tried wrapping it around Sirius’s chest to stanch the blood. It didn’t work. Sirius was getting wobbly and starting to tremble. But he was still wagging his tail. I had to get him to safety. I had put him in this position. I had given him the orders. I had sacrificed him in order to catch a piece of shit who had killed too many people and had now killed my partner.
Gideon here to see Ms. Browning,” I said. The guard took over sentry duty. “Are you on the visitor’s list?” he asked, waving a clipboard. “I am not visiting,” I said. “I am working.” I handed him my business card, the one with the LAPD logo that says “Detective Michael Gideon, Special Cases Unit.” The guard looked at it and then excused himself. “You’re a cop?” asked the Goth. “I am.” “I would offer you a doughnut, but they’re all gone.” I shook my head. “I’m sorry,
her? Wrong Pauley came to mind again. He had opened up to Sirius and allowed me to be an eavesdropper to their conversation. And his most unselfish act had been to give up his beloved Ginger, who had loved him for all his faults. Maybe I was scared to let Lisbet see me afraid. It was easier not to say anything, easier not to open up. But secrets came with a weight. And it was hard for relationships to support that kind of weight. I had opened up to her about some things, but more because
reasons I am testifying in this trial. What I say should prove useful for my appeal.” “Why is that?” “I was convicted of a murder I did not commit. That fact helped to paint my guilt. And it also brings into play fruit of the poisonous tree.” “During your trial, you admitted your guilt.” “I said I was guilty, but I never provided specifics.” “I heard through the grapevine that you’re not only here because of the trial. The word is that you’ve been providing investigators
can you tell me about the angel?” I asked. His puzzlement couldn’t be faked. He wrinkled his brow and shook his head. “When you asked me about angels the last time, I didn’t know what the hell you were talking about, and I still don’t.” “Did Corde ever talk about angels?” “Never.” “Did you ever participate in a UAV hunt that targeted an angel simulation?” “Like I already told you, I’m not going to admit to being part of any UAV hunt.” “Let’s make it a hypothetical