Excerpt:
Falcon had forced a hole in the cheering crowd,
persuading them to move with his loudest and most intimidating bark. A few
quick snaps at the slower-moving buttocks and he was through. Mike was right
behind him, and looking just as menacing with his leather-and-chain lead in one
hand and a long baton in the other.
‘Jesus Christ’. One brother officer was lying under
pot plants in a pool of his own blood, while the other was being strangled by
one of the biggest Islanders he had ever seen, who was seemingly immune to the
punches and kicks of the two door men on his back. The only damage and pain
they were inflicting was on themselves as their blows bounced off his muscled
exterior. It took about half a second before Mike pulled himself together.
‘Dog 26, signal one! Officer down, get everyone
here now!’
The radio answered, but Mike wasn’t listening. He
ran forward, which was relatively easy as Falcon was working all four legs at
double overtime. He had targeted the massive Samoan and was going to take him
on no matter what. Mike knew what was coming and yelled out to the bouncers.
‘Get off him, now!’
As soon as the two bouncers were clear of the action,
Mike let go of the lead, releasing Falcon about five metres from his target.
The Samoan looked up just in time to see a set of open jaws on a direct
collision course with his face. He let go of the female cop, raising his fists
in a vain attempt to punch the flying dog back to where it came from. All too
late, he opened his mouth to yell. Falcon locked jaws with the Islander,
driving his snout clean into the man’s mouth and clamping his jaws shut. The
soft tissue inside the drunken cavity popped and tore as Falcon bit down even
harder, using the strength in his powerful neck to shake the man left and
right; he forced the Samoan to the ground. He couldn’t even scream in terror or
pain as Falcon still filled his mouth. He moved his ham-sized hands to Falcon’s
throat, not to try and force him off, but to strangle him.
Mike saw what was happening and, even though he
knew Falcon could take care of himself, he took exception to this grub trying
to throttle his mate. He raised his long baton up over his shoulder and swung
the entire spun-aluminium shaft down as hard as he could, smashing it into the
right elbow of the bulging arm. The devastating impact popped the joint, which
forced his forearm down on an ugly, unnatural angle. Dislocated, it swung
uselessly to his side. The blood sprayed harder from the corners of the
Samoan’s mouth as he forced the deep red fluid out with his silent scream. His
manic breathing forced air noisily between Falcon’s jowls and his own torn
mouth.
‘Sorry, mate, just evening things up,’ Mike quipped
as he saw other police wading into the crowd. They barged towards the front
doors, pushing bodies aside in their frantic attempts to back up their mates.
‘I’ll take care of this idiot. You guys check on
those two. And we’re going to need three ambulances.’
Mike directed the rest of the police around the
scene as he leaned over Falcon and gave him his command to let go. Falcon’s
broad chest and muscular front legs were splattered with a gory reminder of his
emphatic victory. He stood next to Mike with his ears up and his chest stuck
out with pride. His hackles were still up and massive paws firmly planted,
daring anyone else to come near for the same treatment. He kept up a low,
menacing growl, interrupted at intervals by a booming bark as he watched four
other police officers handcuff and drag the Samoan over to a waiting ambulance.
The layer of blood splattered over his chest and body only made him look
crazier. Mike checked over Falcon’s body to make sure there were no injuries.
‘Jesus, mate, you really went to town on this one.
Now you look like a prop from a bad horror movie.’
He took out a hose from behind the pot plants and
washed the red stain away from Falcon’s black and tan fur. Satisfied with the
quick rinse, he trotted him back over to their car. There was no need to yell
at anyone or tell them to move. They had all seen it, and nobody wanted to take
the chance of becoming the next bite bag.
BLURB:
Police dog handler Mike Winters and his furry partner Falcon love a good
chase. They'll do anything to protect the streets of Sydney, whether it's
tracking a murderer through the woods or breaking up a bar brawl. To them, it's
all fun and games until the bad guy gets hurt. And then it's just fun.
Lately
though, it seems that violent incidents are on the rise. When Mike and Falcon's
beloved commander is killed in action, Mike is determined to bring the
perpetrators to justice, but he has no idea just how deep this malevolent plot
runs.
A
terrorist organisation has devised a plan to attack the city from all sides,
and they have taken over a refuelling ship in Sydney Harbour. Mike and Falcon
must use all of their wit and courage to battle the killers, expose police
corruption, and, if they're lucky, save a city from obliteration.
NOTE: The book is only $0.99.
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AUTHOR Bio:
Matt McCredie joined the New South
Wales Police Force in 1992 working in Uniform and plain clothes before being
accepted into the elite NSW Police Dog Squad where he spent 13 years as a dog
handler. During his police service Matt was awarded two Commissioners
Commendations for bravery. He has
published two non fiction titles, Blue Paws (2009) and The Real Inspector Rex
(2013). Matt is an accomplished public and corporate speaker and lives in
Sydney with his wife and two children.
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