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I hunt vamps, witches, demons. Pretty much anything that goes bump in the night. You got a demonic pest? I'm your gal to kill it. I ain't picky. I'll take it out or die trying.
But this time, this case, it might be the answer to my prayers. If it's not the death of me.
This case is personal, you see. I didn't want to believe that after all these years I might find out what happened to my family. Chase and Johnnie uncovered new evidence. Said it would give me closure.
I wasn't keen, to be honest. Nobody wants to open up that sort of wound for inspection, but they were adamant. They worry about me.
Which is exactly why I'm facing down a seethe of vamps in a dirty, out of town garage. And I half expected that, really.
What I didn't expect?
To be doing it with nothing to protect myself but my sexy high heel boots and a crumpled piece of paper.
