Schmidt’s men piled out of the transport. An old farm truck was stuck in the mud, which meant that Schmidt’s prey was likely in the woods somewhere nearby.

Just after he’d had a chance to inspect the two dead Gestapo agents and deduced that there may be a werewolf involved in this spy business, Schmidt had ordered four of the local division’s best men to go to the nearest fishing village and find several heavy fishing nets.

They had come back with what they assured him ...