Urban Fantasy Police

"Buicks gibt es überall..." Eines Morgens taucht an einer Tankstelle ein alter Buick auf. Der geheimnisvolle Fahrer verschwindet, und schließlich zeigt sich, dass der Straßenkreuzer genauso wenig ein Buick ist, wie der schwarzgekleidete Fahrer ein Mensch. Der Wagen entwickelt ein ungewöhnliches Eigenleben.

Kilhaven has officially gone to shift. Four years have passed since Officers Norman Green and Heather Valance got lucky on their bloody raid, and the world isn't exactly a better place for it. Kilhaven's murder rates have skyrocketed. Police recruitment is scraping from the bottom of the swamp. An unofficial war between werewolves and vampires has reached a fever pitch. And Green wants nothing to do with it, even if it is all his fault.

Officer Norman Green would kill for a slow night on the job, but another body would only add to this caseload. When a leprechaun spontaneously combusts into purple goo in the midst of a turf war, the human cop knows he’s in for some serious overtime. And after ranking officer Heather Valance catches a whiff of conspiracy, he may have to bend over and kiss more than his weekend plans good-bye.

In a precinct jam-packed with paranormal officers, newbie cop Norman Green is pint-sized, nose blind, and relatively hairless. And if being human wasn't enough of a shot in the foot, his training officer, Heather Valance, can't stand the sight - or the smell - of him. If he doesn't win the short-tempered werewolf over soon, his career will be dead on arrival.