The Nephilim's Revenge: A Murder Mystery and End-Times Saga

By Michael Lindsay

Michael Lindsay wrote this murder mystery coming directly from his forty-plus years of forensic experience as a police officer, crime scene specialist, investigator, and academy crime scene instructor. More than being just a technically correct police story, this saga intertwines Mike's passions for the Wild West and the cowboy life; his awe of the few remaining wilderness areas; his interest in the many legends of the Superstition Mountains of Arizona; and his extensive studies of end-time Bible prophecy, occult manifestations, and UFOs. One would think that these diverse subjects will not be part of a real-world story, but many surprising revelations are exposed in this implicatory but accurate account. In fact, this deep whodunit mystery is actually solved by looking closely at the epic conflict of good versus evil through uncovering several ancient end-time prophecies.Readers will be surprised to find that by the end of this deceit-filled tale of treachery, they will have a real hands-on understanding of the end-time prophecy that will enable them to read and comprehend many prophetic Bible passages that pastors today refuse to teach and that they, quite honestly, do not really understand.This mystery story, coupled with Mike's first book on prophecy, The Town Crier: Two Months to Prophetic Literacy (A Guide to Saving America-One Prophecy at A Time), will bring readers to a level of prophetic understanding far beyond what most priests and pastors possess today.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Christian Faith Publishing, Inc.
• Release date: Dec 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781098049041

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The Nephilim's Revenge

A Murder Mystery and End-Times Saga

Michael J. Lindsay

Copyright © 2020 by Michael J. Lindsay

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Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Chapter 18

Chapter 19

Chapter 20

Chapter 21

Chapter 22

Chapter 23

Chapter 24

Dedication

This book is dedicated to my wife, who has followed me through thick and thin, through the many moves from a small-town trailer court to resort locations, from snowbelt to sunbelt and back again.

Preface

This book is written as a murder mystery for those who enjoy these mind-twisters, but it also reveals much about western lore and, surprisingly, relevant prophecies of the end times, including these volatile Coronavirus days that few understand. Readers will be surprised to find that they have actually had an introduction to interpreting Bible prophecy upon completing this mystery. It is, in fact, these prophecies that solve this bizarre murder case. Michael J. Lindsay—who has also written: The Town Crier, Two Months To Prophetic Literacy (A Guide To Saving America—One Prophecy At A Time)—has provided a plotline in this book that is much more aligned with planned end-time events than most casual readers can recognize.

Chapter 1

This tale of treachery begins and ends in the wilds of Arizona’s Superstition Mountains, but the real story spans the globe and all of mankind. Arizona’s wilderness areas have long been known for where heat and predators are more abundant than just about any other place on earth. The Superstitions are no exception. These unsettled mountains have, for centuries, generated tales of gold, greed, and betrayal. Deep within these mysterious, brooding peaks, this saga also has its start.

Sheriff Rodger Vann had just received a call from his search and rescue team. They had found the body of a man in the Superstition Mountains while looking for two other lost hikers. The team reported that the body was not badly decomposed but had definitely been deceased for at least a couple of days. For bodies found in the Arizona desert, this was no surprise. Mummification rather than putrefaction is typically the condition for such cadavers after being exposed to the 105-degree desert heat for an extended time.

The sheriff had hoped that this was just another hiker who had overstepped his abilities, but the next call from the team crushed that likelihood. They reported that they found no identification on the corpse, and it appeared as if the person had suffered a serious head injury, perhaps a bullet wound.

Strapped for personnel because of a multiday outdoor concert in the southern part of the county, the sheriff did not have the resources for a major investigation like the adjacent counties did where Phoenix and Tucson are located. In those counties, an entire crime scene team and support personnel would be assigned to the investigation. This was not the case in the more rural counties of Arizona.

Besides the usual difficulties of deploying a crime scene team and equipment to a wilderness area, this scene was in Charlebois Canyon, deep within the Superstition Wilderness. Federal law prohibited mechanized equipment within a wilderness area like pickup trucks or ATVs, even if there had been a developed road to that canyon, which there was not. The sheriff knew, from years of hiking those trails ever since his boyhood, that the closest thing to a road in that area was a poorly marked hiking trail miles from even the most rugged dirt road.

In fact, a member of the search and rescue team had to climb to the top of a nearby ridge to get his portable radio to even hit the department repeater tower at Dinosaur Mountain. Nevertheless, the third radio call really started the information flowing. The SAR team, as it was known, reported that there was no campsite near where the body was found, and the deceased had no hiking pack, water bladder, or hat near the scene. Those were all mandatory items for experienced hikers when the temperature climbed to over 105 degrees, as it usually did in the summer.

The SAR deputy also related that there was a large amount of dried reddish-brown matter on the victim’s face. He surmised this to be blood. The sheriff also noted that his deputy was now referring to the deceased as the victim, a conclusion the deputy had unintentionally drawn that worried the sheriff even more.

Several possible alternatives for handling this case rushed through the sheriff’s mind, none of them good. He could pull a number of deputies from the concert detail, but that was a high-priority assignment due to the number of serious alcohol-related calls that typically occurred every evening in the camping area for the concert. The constant presence of the media from both Tucson and Phoenix at the concert looking for some juicy story to relate in the next news cycle could literally be bad news for a sheriff running for reelection if something tragic happened.

Of course, he could call in a team of off-duty officers, but with the demands of getting to and processing that kind of scene, such an approach would be time- and labor-intense and, more importantly, extremely expensive with all the overtime pay.

Oh, for the luxury of working again for a large department. Prior to being elected sheriff, Rodger had worked many years for the state as a law enforcement officer who had several specialty teams on call twenty-four hours a day. That was not an option now, however.

If he tried to push off the case to the state police, he would lose control of the case, which made it appear as if he was incapable of handling those serious crimes. He could try to have the federal park rangers take the case, but they rarely investigated anything more than an infraction or a misdemeanor violation. No, the responsibility for this case must rest squarely on his shoulders. If done right, with a successful arrest and prosecution, he could probably parlay the free media coverage into a successful reelection bid. But who to send?

Then it struck him. The one deputy who was technically gifted and emotionally predisposed to handle gruesome homicide scenes was, in fact, very available. The problem with this deputy, however, was that he was one of the least diplomatic, sometimes downright rude, officers on the department. But perhaps this would be the perfect assignment for him. This scene was miles within a very remote wilderness area. Whom could he insult there? Yes, perhaps Deputy John Michael McIntyre was the perfect choice for this assignment.

McIntyre had recently accumulated a number of disciplinary incidents at the department where local news reporters had repeatedly made complaints against him. This did not really bother the sheriff all that much, but McIntyre then had another episode of such conduct while dealing with an influential citizen. Consequently, McIntyre had been taken off all investigative duties and placed back on road patrol. After only a short time on patrol, he had insulted a major contributor to the sheriff’s reelection campaign. It was not surprising that McIntyre then officially became a support specialist, assigned full-time to the records department.

Mike, as he preferred to be called, had previously been an officer in Indiana where he had been trained and had worked for many years. Mike was hired by the sheriff’s predecessor just before the last sheriff’s election. Perhaps it was his years on the road working in the northwest region of Indiana that had hardened him, but he arrived at the sheriff’s department with a big-city attitude. Technically well trained and with a boatload of experience in homicide investigations, Mike would be the perfect person for this case if the sheriff could just keep him away from other people and the media (especially the media).

The sheriff reasoned that Mike has been quarantined in the records department for more than a month now and would likely be receptive to a real police assignment. The sheriff called for Major Page, commander of the support division, to send Mike to his office. In the meantime, the sheriff radioed the SAR team and told them to leave one deputy at the scene to ensure no additional contamination occurred to any evidence at or around the scene. The rest of the SAR team should continue to search for the lost hikers.

Next, the sheriff called an old friend, Shelly Kantor, who owns one of the original horse riding stables in the county. She knows the Superstitions like her kitchen floor plan. He had known Shelly from working for her outfit on extended rides at Monument Valley and the Chiricahua Mountains when he was a young man. He asked her if she could supply the horses and a pack mule. These would be needed to get all the equipment required into a very remote area to process a potential homicide scene. He also asked her to ensure that McIntyre would have a really good wrangler with him as this deputy was really a city slicker, and the sheriff suspected he had never ridden anything more challenging than park ponies.

Although Mike had actually been on a two-hour ride at Shelly’s ranch a year earlier, his experience with horses was mostly from watching cowboy movies. He loved those movies and talked about them constantly. Nonetheless, the sheriff knew that riding into a true wilderness through steep mountain passes with a pack mule when the temperature would be over one hundred degrees was considerably more than Mike had ever done. Perhaps this assignment might be just a little payback for all the agitation Mike had caused the sheriff over the last three years.

Shelly agreed to outfit the expedition for a price. Agreed! Sheriff Vann knew that paying this bill would be considerably less expensive than sending an entire crime scene team into a wilderness scene at overtime rates. Mike was really an entire crime scene team in his own right, besides being a decent investigator. McIntyre often claimed he could find a fingerprint on a gnat’s butt smashed on a trucker’s bumper. Although not modest, he definitely had the murder scene experience only someone from a high homicide area would have. Perhaps this was just the crime scene for his expertise.

The sheriff had no sooner hung up the phone after talking with Shelly when there was a knock at his door. Sure enough, Mike wasted no