Detective Brady Lindstrom deals in death, and not just because he's a homicide cop with the slaughter of a century to solve. Ten years ago, vampires murdered his lover. Ever since, he's looked over his shoulder, ready for vampires to strike again. Or maybe just the one he loved.<br><br>Exhausted and angry about the needless deaths he has to investigate, Brady worries the killers he's looking for aren't even human. Those fears are compounded by an unexpected visitor, the battered and nearly broken Cole Singer, the lover he'd long ago given up for dead.<br><br>When Cole offers to trade information on the killers in exchange for sanctuary, Brady realizes he doesn't have a choice. It isn't about justice. He simply can't turn his back on the face of the only man he's ever loved. Even if he's a vampire.

Bridge Over Troubled Water

Because evil came in many shapes and sizes, and you couldn’t always catch it to put it behind bars.


Screams came from the television speakers.


I really should’ve picked a different movie to watch.


Sweat dripped down the back of his neck and into his eyes. His hair was soaked. So were his clothes. A smart man would stop before he fell over, but if Brady had ever fallen into that category, his life would have turned out a hell of a lot differently. He ran because it was all he could do, the only way he knew to guarantee being so tired that he might actually sleep for a few hours. It didn’t matter that he never really went anywhere. Better to keep moving in place than be dead, after all.


He didn’t stop until the credits finished rolling, and even then, he ran until the screen was black. The treadmill slowed to a walking pace, then to a halt. Stepping off, he grabbed the towel and wiped away the worst of the sweat from his face.


Chapter 3