Blue-eyed Indian

A murder at the Kerrville Folk Festival is no way to celebrate life with music, especially when it puts Travis, known by Austin papers as the Blue-Eyed Indian, in the crosshairs of the kind of back country paramilitary enthusiasm that means stringing up "Injun" P.I.s like piñatas. Even the company of Cassie Winnick, a blond deputy who seems out to shake Travis' image as the detective who never gets the girl, doesn't keep this from being one of the scaliest cases he's ever handled. "Just remember," a friend tells Travis, "there are people out there who can give the cold wet willies to even your worst nightmares." Before it's over, Travis is going to crave solitude like he never has before ... if he survives.

Blood-drained bodies with two holes in their necks begin to show up on Austin's night streets and the police seek to keep the murders quiet, because don't you just know what the media is going to scream. When Devil's Due nightclub own Owen Peasey hires Travis to see what's bothering singer/songwriter Lola Pilloccherosi neither expect her to turn up as one of the victims within the week. A trail that winds through the "live music capital of America" leads from fortune teller to tension between groups of illegal aliens to hints of a satanic cult ... until before it's over Trav is warned he may well be headed toward a confrontation with the Prince of Darkness himself.