Demon Dogs — Al K. Line

I'd killed four men in the morning, and by the afternoon things had become seriously out of hand. But the portal was moved and I could rest easy. Or so I thought.

Time for a family dinner and a nice smoke. Alas, it was not to be. Enter one very powerful vampire, gangster supremo, and unhappy camper.

He had a job for me, but I told him I didn't do missing persons. I stole things for a living, not detective work. Ivan wouldn't take no for an answer though, and that's when the real trouble started.

Still saddled with a neurotic soccer mom who seemed immune to the danger, and with issues way beyond my ability to deal with, we enter the dark, seedy underbelly of the criminal world. What we discover will change our lives forever, and not in a good way.

Is there no end to the wickedness of man? Apparently not.

Yeah, The Hat's screwed (yet again).