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288 pages, Hardcover
First published June 13, 2017
The powers that be had dumped me into a one-room flop in Desert Heights, a slice of urban squalor clinging to the northwest perimeter of the city like a boil and oozing up against the moat surrounding the Black Tower. That was where all newcomers started out. Nobody told me this was Hell. I didn’t have to pass under the drooling heads of Cerberus. I didn’t have to pay the ferryman to navigate the River Styx—you could cross the torpid, orange-brown water free of charge every day courtesy of the Route 666 bridge. There wasn’t even a welcome brochure. I’d opened my eyes to a squalid room, the shot still ringing in my ears, and known.If you thought your life was an affliction when you were alive, you are in for a surprise once you are selected for residence downstairs. Instead of getting to toast marshmallows on your own burning flesh, it is back to the grindstone. You still have to eat, find a place to live, and cope with a distilled collection of the worst assholes from upstairs. Maybe it’s like being a White House correspondent. But I guess that depends on when you take that long step down.


She wore a smart lilac jacket cinched around the waist and a hip-hugging skirt that advertised her curves. She had curly black hair and cheekbones so sharp that a man could kiss her and shave at the same time…Her lips were kinked into a smile that offered a potential lover damnation or salvation in equal measure. Despite the conclusions people drew from my penchant for trousers and close-cropped red hair, I didn’t swing that way. Even if I did, I already had damnation, and salvation was out of my reach. I wasn’t buying what she was selling.Laureen wants Kat to find something that had been taken from her. And Kat is the best detective Way Down Under. Kat blows her off, smelling way too much brimstone in this job,
There was something…I didn’t like about her, something I couldn’t put my finger on. It wasn’t how she was dressed, the way she so clearly used her looks to get what she wanted; a smart operator used every tool at her disposal. No, my disquiet went deeper than that. She hadn’t even gotten to the proposition, and I already knew my answer would be no. When you worked enough cases, you developed a nose for when a job was going to be a heap of trouble—the kind of assignment you only took when the rent was long overdue and the dumpsters outside restaurants were beginning to look appetizing.but Laureen, one of the people in charge of the nether world, can be very…um…persuasive and the search is engaged.



