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Winter Moon
Banshee Cries

C.E. Murphy

This oneтАЩs for my mom, Rosie Murphy, who wanted to know what the story with
JoтАЩs mom was
 Dear Reader,

In September of 2004 I got an e-mail from my agent, the incomparable Jennifer
Jackson, saying sheтАЩd just spoken with my equally incomparable editor,
Mary-Theresa Hussey, who wanted to know if IтАЩd be interested in participating in
a LUNA Books anthology as one of three contributing authors. The other two
authors were to be (need I say the incomparable?) Tanith Lee and Mercedes
Lackey.

Not being a great fool, I said yes.

A month of frenzied thought was interspersed with me singing, тАЬOne of these
things is not like the others,тАЭ followed by a flurry of frenzied writing. The result is
тАЬBanshee Cries,тАЭ Book 1.5 of the Walker Papers. It fits chronologically between
book one, Urban Shaman, which came out in June 2005, and book two,
Thunderbird Falls, due out in May 2006.

I hope you enjoy the story!

C.E. Murphy


Chapter One

Sunday March 20th, 2:55 p.m.
Cell phones are the most detestable objects on the face of the earth. Worse than
those ocean-variety pill bugs that grow bigger than your head, which were on my
personal top ten list of Things To Avoid.
My life had been a lovely, cell-free zone until nine weeks, six days, and four hours
ago. Not that I was counting. On that fateful day I got an official business phone to
go with my bulletproof vest and billy stick. IтАЩd even been given a gun to go with my
shiny new badge.
I wanted those things about as much as IтАЩd wanted to bonk my head on the engine
block IтАЩd sat up beneath when the phone rang. I rubbed my forehead and glared at
the engine, then felt horribly guilty. It wasnтАЩt PetiteтАЩs fault IтАЩd hurt myself, and sheтАЩd
been through enough lately that she didnтАЩt need me scowling on top of it all.
The phone kept ringing. I rolled out from under the Mustang and crawled to her
open door, digging the phone out from under the driverтАЩs seat. тАЬWhat?тАЭ
Only one person outside of work had the phone number. As soon as I spoke I
realized that a politer pickup might have been kosher. The resounding silence from
the other end of the line confirmed my suspicion. Eventually a male voice said,
тАЬWalker?тАЭ
I turned around to hook my arm over the bottom of the carтАЩs door frame and did