Joe Pitt Casebooks

Joe Pitt's life sucks. He hasn't had a case or a job in God knows how long, and his stashes are running on empty. What stashes? The only ones that count to a guy like Joe: blood and money. The money he uses to buy blood; the blood, he drinks. Hey, it's that or your neck, buddy. The only way for him to lay his hands on both is to take a gig with the local Vampyre Clan. See, something new is on the streets, a new high, a high so strong it can send a Vampyre spazzing through Joe's local watering hole. Till Joe sends him through a plate-glass window, that is. It won't be long now before he's slapping stoolies, getting sapped, and being taken for a ride above 110th Street. Someone's pulling Joe's strings, and he's gonna cut them when he finds them-the strings and the hands that hold them. "There are echoes of Raymond Chandler and of Hunter S. Thompson, too. Among the new voices of the twenty-first-century crime fiction, Charlie Huston is where it's at." "Huston's stylish sophomore outing for hard-boiled vampire detective Joe Pitt maintains the high quality of its predecessor, Already Dead…the doomed love story at the heart of Huston's action-filled epic is what truly makes this a noir novel, and the undead microcosm of society he creates is both surprisingly relevant and entertaining." "[Huston] creates a world that is at once supernatural and totally familiar, imaginative, and utterly convincing."

After exposing the secret source of blood for half of Manhattan's Vampyres, private eye Joe Pitt is definitely a dead man walking. For a year, he's sloshed around the subway tunnels and sewers, tapping the veins of the lost, while above ground, a Vampyre civil war threatens to drag the Clans into the sunlight once and for all. What's it gonna take to dig him up? Just the search for a missing girl who's carrying a baby that just might be the destiny of Vampyre-kind. Not that Joe cares all that much about destiny and such. What he cares about is that his ex-girl Evie wants him to take the gig. What's the risk? Another turn playing pigeon in a shooting gallery. What's the reward? Maybe one shot of his own. What's he aiming for? Nothing much-just all the evil at the heart of his world. "Intense, frenetic…longtime fans will jump right in, and the fast pacing, sharp dialogue and pulp action will keep them entertained."