Chapter 1
Of course it started on a Wednesday, the most ludicrous of weekdays. Of course Jack didn’t notice anything at first.
Neither the odd glances a young group of vampires cast him on his way to see a potential witness, nor the startled gasp of a zombie who watched him from behind the one-way mirror in one of the interrogation rooms.
Noon found Jack and Theo at their workstation, typing a report. Jack was still riding an early morning shower s*x high. Not even the prospect of writing the report of a more than dissatisfying case could spoil his mood.
Jack found writing a report sometimes was a lot like writing the opposite of a fantasy novel—he had to carefully take out all the supernatural bits and fantasy allusions to make it look like a perfectly normal case. The cunning busines
