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After three bodies surface in the Hudson River in three weeks' time, Oriscoe and Nogan catch the case.

Nothing seems to connect the three men until the detectives discover they all used Sinder, the online dating app. Their digital footprints reveal a common thread--a penchant for supernatural women.

The catch is, Lucifer owns Sinder. It runs on a proprietary mix of devilry and technology, and the Dark Lord wants to keep his secrets, even if it is his favorite niece asking.

But there's a seal-bridezilla swiping her suitors right…into the Hudson.

When Dru and the devil lock horns, will it fall to Leery to run down her Silkie Stalkings?

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★★★★★ "I am a huge fan of The Bloodletter Saga, so when I came across this series, I jumped at the opportunity to read it."

“Silkie Stalkings is the fourth book in the Claw & Warder series by Erik Henry Vick. The adventures of Dru and Leery continue and this time, they are facing the Big Boss. Three men are dead. Their bodies were discovered in the Hudson River one after the other and nothing can be found that connects the three men. However, that changes when the detectives find out that all three of these men used Sinder. With this breakthrough, Leery thought they could crack the case and end it. But that all changes when they find out who really owns the dating application. What will Leery, Dru, and their team do now?

"I am a huge fan of The Bloodletter Saga, so when I came across this series, I jumped at the opportunity to read it. To be honest, this is exactly what I expect from Erik Henry Vick. He is a master storyteller; he has an excellent command of mystery and character development, both of which you can see in this story. I haven’t read the previous novels in the series, yet I found no issues with getting invested in Dru and Leery’s story. They work really well as a team and their own abilities are perfectly highlighted to draw readers in. I really enjoyed the humor (especially Leery’s personality). The mystery behind Sinder and its owner was surprisingly good. The author allowed the reader to get lost in the story and experience it. The details are vivid and the descriptions are amazing, which is what I expect from Mr. Vick anyway.”

--Rabia Tanveer, Readers' Favorite Reviews

★★★★★ "...an exceptional novel that will enchant and enthrall everyone who has a soft spot for supernatural sleuth mysteries."

“Silkie Stalkings (Claw and Warder Book 4) by Erik Henry Vick is an exciting and magic-filled urban fantasy. The conflicts in the plot and winning characters are dramatic and entertaining. The King and Queen of Hell are among some of the remarkable and notable magical characters portrayed... This is the fourth book in a brilliant series. It is an exceptional novel that will enchant and enthrall everyone who has a soft spot for supernatural sleuth mysteries.”

--Susan Sewell, Readers' Favorite Reviews

Very interesting

"This series is Law and Order meets Urban Fantasy and they have a child with a snarky sense of humor. Very entertaining, and a occult horror geek will enjoy the references immensely."

Like falling off a log

"Easy-peasy. This episode goes rolling right along, gathering in an abundance of characters and droll humor. The fur really flies in this story as Dru and her favorite uncle go to war in his house. Leery is in the thick of things and the plot thickens between The Princess and her intrepid partner. Among all the goings-on, murder undoubtedly raises its ugly head once more. Thoroughly enjoyed this one!"

great blend of genres

"This whole series is fantastic.. a tongue in cheek mixture of crime and urban fantasy.. this particular title also had references to the Iron Druid series and Aquaman sprinkled in.. Highly recommended."

Quick book to read, hard to put down and ended wanting more. So much to look forward to.

"This is another great book in the series. New characters add to it and the older ones become more well known. Just a little bit of seduction, a little bit of murder and lots of fun. Thanks to Eric for the great read."

Another blockbuster by Erik Henry Vick

"Once again Erik puts out a great story. And once again the Locus of New York has a crime to unfold. Wh knew that a soul eating creature would need help from Lucifer himself to succeed. A story with A great amount of puns, some off the wall characters and let's not forget about a awesome battle between good and evil all in the same book. It was fantastic to read, you definitely have to get this book if you enjoy a great story. For that matter make sure you get the whole series they are all great!"

Another awesome case

"... Each book has been an amazing read from beginning to end. I am looking forward to the next cases coming out!"

Modernization of old supernatural characters

"The 4th in the series just keeps the story rolling. More supernatural characters are introduced, including a silkie and the Prince of Darkness himself. I enjoy the modernization of old beings into current world circumstances, like having apps created to alert someone sinning. Having Dru talk about "Uncle Luci" just tickled me! I'm hoping he's a frequent character in future books."

Such a great voice!

"Let the written series continue as long as the visual did! Yay!"

In the Locus of New York, crimes committed by magical entities threaten the delicate balance between the mundane world and the supernatural realm.

The dedicated teams of detectives who investigate these breaches of Canon and Covenants are members of an elite unit known as the Supernatural Inquisitors Squad.

These are their stories.

1

Rayleen Orlando stood at the edge of the trees, looking out at the Hudson River and watching the moon shimmer and dance on its surface. Behind her, cars raced past on the Henry Hudson Parkway. Though there were other people in Riverside State Park, Rayleen had come to the less popular—at least at night—part north of the complex near the ball fields. It had been a hell of a night, and all she wanted to do was relax, watch the waves and the moon, and then go home and drift into unconsciousness. She closed her eyes for a moment and sighed, trying—again—to banish the horrid memories of an evening that had gone off the rails at the very start. A vision of her erstwhile boyfriend kept flashing through her mind—his weasel-face, his mocking sneer, and his pretentious Gabardine suit. She sneered at the memory and banished it.

When she opened her eyes, something bobbed to the surface near the shore of the Hudson, disrupting the moon’s scintillating love affair with the waves. Something dark. Something she couldn’t properly see from her vantage point. Something the eddies had jammed into one of the jutting outlet pipes.

She left the trees near the concrete path and stepped to the edge of the rocky defile that served as the shore and peered at the lump hung up on the outflow pipe. The waves twisted the thing closer to the beach, and Rayleen could see it clearly.

Heart pounding in her chest, she fumbled her cell phone out of her cavernous purse and dialed 911.

2

Leery Oriscoe flipped the collar of his London Fog up to protect his neck from the bastard wind and tightened its belt around his waist. He stood in the lee of the massive arched building on which much of the park was built, protected from the worst of the cold, blasting wind for a moment. It didn’t pay to beat your young, junior partner to every crime scene.

“Back slanging it, Oriscoe?” came a disembodied voice from the darkened alcove behind him.

“Oh, hey, Lieu. What brings you out?”

“Where’s your church-bell?”

“Who? You mean Dru? She’ll be along.”

“I’d think she’d be first out to this nanty narking, what with all her enthuzinuzzy.”

“Uh. Yeah. That part Karma ripped from you hasn’t found its way back yet, eh?”

“Why would you say that? And mind your sauce-box. I’m still your lieutenant, no matter what that skilamalink hedge bird did to me.”

Leery scratched his head. “Right. That’s what I was just thinking, although I have no earthly idea what most of that means.” Leery peered around in the darkness. “Uh, where are you, Lieu?”

“Why, I’m right here, Leery. You don’t expect me to flash me heavers out here in Pavier’s workshop, do you?”

“Epatha, are you sure you’re okay? There’s no shame in staying‍—‍”

“Knife it, Oriscoe, before I cap you in your box o’dominoes.”

“Er…okay. Anyway, I’m sure Dru will be along any time now.” Leery stood for a moment, waiting for another peculiar string of seemingly unrelated words from the darkness. When it didn’t come, he turned and peered into the shadows, looking for any luminesces that might give away Van Helsing’s location. “Uh, Lieu?”

“Talking to yourself again, Argos?”

Leery grinned and turned around. “The Odyssey, Hinton? Pretty high-brow for a girl with such big feet.”

“Is that all you’ve got, Oriscoe? Big feet jokes?”

“That wasn’t a joke, nemesis. Hey, I got one for you, though. Want to hear it?”

Jenn sighed and dropped her shoulders. “If you must.”

“How do you tell the difference between a bigfoot and a yeti?”

“Is there a difference? I don’t think‍—‍”

“There’s snow way to tell!”

Jenn took a deep breath and puffed out her cheeks.

“Come on, Hinton. I’ve been waiting nearly two weeks to trot that one out. That’s pure gold, and you know it.”

“What is?” asked Dru as she circled down the steps to join them.

“Oh, don’t ask him that! Don’t you know better by now?” asked Jenn.

“My, aren’t you in a frisky mood?”

Though the words seemed friendly, Dru’s tone wasn’t, and Jenn dropped her gaze. “Sorry, Princess.”

“Enough of that!” snapped Dru.

“Hey, take it easy, Dru,” said Leery.

She turned a cold stare on him as her only reply.

“Well, let’s go see what Papa River brought us for Christmas.” He gestured for Hinton and Nogan to precede him, all while darting quick peeks into the shadows.

“What’s got you so jumpy?” asked Dru in a warmer tone than she’d used with Hinton.

“Who me? Jumpy? Nah.” He flexed his biceps. “This is how I keep in such marvelous shape.”

Dru paused to fall in step with him, her elbow brushing his. “What didn’t she want you to repeat?” she whispered.

“A bad bigfoot joke. Don’t worry, you didn’t miss a thing.”

“Oh. You two at it again?”

“Always, Dru. Always. She is my nemesis. Can’t let her forget that.”

“Ah.”

They followed Hinton to the crime scene tape, where a short cop with a broad smile was manning the clipboard. “Hey there, Sergeant Hearne. How’s that dog of yours?”

“Oberon? He’s infatuated with the poodle next door.”

“An Irish wolfhound and a poodle? That’s cruel.”

“The heart wants what it wants, Oriscoe.”

“Can’t you talk some sense into him?”

“Have you ever talked to a dog?”

“Hey, I’m a werewolf, remember?”

Hearne looked startled. “Oh, right. I forgot. Sorry.”

“But I get your point,” said Leery. “Want me to talk to Oberon?”

“Nah. Let him have his fantasies.”

“Right.”

“If you two dog-lovers are finished?” Hinton reached for the clipboard.

“That’s it, Hinton, put your best foot forward.”

“Har-har, Dogbert.” She scratched her name on the clipboard, then ducked under the tape, shoving the clipboard at Leery.

“Not sure I know that one,” he muttered.

Hinton rolled her eyes, shook her head, and turned away.

“From the Dilbert comic strip,” whispered Hearne.

“Thanks, Kevin,” said Leery. “You’re okay. I don’t care what the Morrígan says about you.” After he and Dru signed in, Leery held the tape up, and she ducked under it with a warm smile.

Jenn stood down at the edge of the water, looking down at a water-bloated corpse with a grim expression on her face. A man with the lower body of large, torpedo-shaped fish floated in deeper water a few yards from shore.

As he approached, Leery lifted a hand to the man in the water. “Ahoy, Artie.”

The merman raised his hand. “Ow-ooooh, Leery.”

“Dru, meet Arthur Curry, the head of our amphibious division. Don’t let the tail fool you; he’s a therianthrope, not a mer. Artie, meet my new partner, Dru Nogan.”

“Pleased to meet you,” said Artie.

“You, too.”

“Artie, you sure you should be swimming there?” Leery eyed the outflow pipes.

“It’s treated, Oriscoe.”

“You obviously don’t have my sense of smell.” Leery shrugged.

Artie glanced down at the water with suspicion. “Hey, Hinton… Why’d I get called out for this? The guy was in like thirty-six inches of water.”

“Protocol, Arthur,” said Jenn. She squeezed her eyes shut and fluttered her hands out from her sides.

“Protocol. I’ll just bet. Didn’t want to get your waders all smelly is more like it.”

“Find anything with the body, Artie?” asked Leery.

“No, just like the other two. Pants, shirt, socks.”

“Other two?” asked Leery.

“No shoes?” asked Dru at the same moment.

“No shoes,” said Artie. “And, yeah, this is the third floater in the past twenty-seven days.”

Leery shrugged.

“Is that unusual?” asked Dru.

“Maybe,” said Hinton in a distracted voice.

“We’ve had them closer together,” said Artie. He rolled in the water, then submerged with a splash.

“What’s up, Jenn? You haven’t been this quiet since…well, ever.”

“I’m trying to work!” she snapped. “I can’t…”

Leery glanced at Dru and rolled his eyes. “Let’s check his pockets.” He walked over to the body and bent, his knees popping like a cap gun, and patted the victim’s pockets.

Out in the river, Artie surfaced with a fish in one hand and a dead cell phone in the other. “Bet this was his,” he called.

“Nah,” said Leery. “This guy looks like a bacon cheeseburger connoisseur.”

Artie grunted and tossed the phone to Dru, who grimaced but caught it out of the air and held it out from her body while the water drained from the charging port. “Probably can’t get anything off of this.”

“Give it to Hinton. She can do magic with those things.”

“Very funny, Alpo-breath,” muttered Hinton. She sighed and opened her eyes. “I can’t find any trace of his spirit.”

Leery made a moue. “So? I’d be traumatized even sticking a toe in the Hudson, let alone going for full immersion. And look at where he fetched up.”

“It’s not that, Leery. It isn’t that our friend here has moved on or is off in the mists sobbing and rattling his chains. I can’t find him. At all.”

Dru frowned at him. “So, his soul is missing?”

“That’s right.” Jenn nudged the corpse with her foot.

“What about the other two?”

“You’ll have to ask Hendrix about that. I wasn’t called out.”

“Great,” said Leery. “Let me guess—cause of death was suicide.”

Jenn shrugged and turned. “You don’t need me here. This isn’t a crime scene, and there’s no spirit.” She stepped to Dru’s side and held out her hand. “I’ll take the phone, though. Despite what Fang wants you to believe, I am really good with tech.”

“Hey, I said you can do magic with them.”

“Yeah, I get it, Oriscoe. I’m a demon who’s a witch. I can do magic with anything.”

“Sheesh, Hinton. You’re in a mood. Dogs acting up?”

With a roll of her eyes, a shake of her head, and a flip of her illusory hair, Jenn turned and walked away.

“Hey, Kevin!” Leery called. “Better call the meat wagon.”

“Already on the way,” said Kevin Hearne.

“I always liked you.”

“Hey, I’m Irish. What’s not to like?”

Leery cocked his head to the side. “Come on, Dru. There’s an emergency at the Starbucks on Broadway and 168^th, and I’m buying.”

Claw&Warder: Episode 4 Silkie Stalkings