Joe Pitt�s life sucks. He hasn�t had a case or a job in God knows how long and his stashes are running on empty. What stashes? The only ones that count to a guy like Joe: blood and money. The money he uses to buy blood; the blood he drinks. Hey, buddy, it�s that or your neck�you want to choose? The only way to lay his hands on both is to take a gig with the local Vampyre Clan. See, something new is on the streets, a new high, a high so strong it can send a Vampyre spazzing through Joe�s local watering hole. Till Joe sends him through a plate-glass window, that is. So it�s time for Joe to gut up and swallow that pride and follow the leads wherever they go. It won�t be long before he�s slapping stoolies, getting sapped, and being taken for a ride above 110th Street. Someone�s pulling Joe�s strings, and now he�s riding the A train, looking to find who it is. He�s gonna cut them when he finds them�the strings and the hands that hold them. From the Trade Paperback edition.
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