When there are half-masticated bodies popping up on the radar, any hunter worth their salt will sit up and take notice. So, when they started showing up in Oklahoma, Noah and I beat cheeks back down there to try to recover what we lost. But Fate isn't exactly a grandma holding out a piece of hard candy. More often, it's a playground bully dangling loogies over your face.
So, after a little flamingo-necktie-assisted arson, a near-luxury car full of demons, some car trouble, and a game of human whack-a-mole, we were once again out of leads. Meanwhile, the demon tonguing a bullet with my name on it is closing in. Nya is on the case, sifting through her contacts in the supernatural underworld to find a way to stop him. But, the demon is not the only one holding a ladle and stirring up the pot.
Migrating werewolves are leaving a trail of bodies like flower girls leave petals, there's a haunting in Kansas City, a Faoladh who wants to give me a haircut, a couple of Cynocephali on the scent of a cursed object and a murdering incubus who might have what we need...no, not like that.
It's true what they say: You go to heaven for the scenery, but hell for the company.
