In a world where vampires are real, the deadliest monsters wear lab coats.

Detective Sam Kane has spent six years successfully avoiding supernatural cases in a world where vampires work the night shift and werewolves join the K-9 unit. He investigates embezzlement, not monsters. Numbers don’t bite, and spreadsheets don’t require silver-lined evidence bags.

But when his star witness is found dead with two tiny marks on his neck—and a trail leading to a discount vampire transformation ring preying on the terminally ill—Kane’s forced into the one division he’s avoided: the Paranormal Crimes Unit.

Now partnered with a vampire detective and a werewolf with a forensics degree, Kane discovers a conspiracy that’s been killing desperate people since supernatural integration began. Someone’s been selling death at bargain prices, and the body count is rising.

As Kane navigates a bureaucratic nightmare of supernatural evidence protocols, species-specific Miranda rights, and a forty-hour sensitivity training he’s desperately trying to avoid, he uncovers a truth more terrifying than any vampire: Sometimes the real monsters are the ones selling hope to the hopeless.