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

Cole snorted. “Because they were so worried about not getting caught? They would never have left the bodies like that if they gave a damn.”


Brady’s silence offered the only concession Cole thought he would get that he might have a point. He eased farther away, giving Brady space to look at the broken lock, and leaned against the porch railing to stare out over the neighborhood. Curtains twitched in nearby homes. People were watching. Someone two houses down was fucking someone else, but there was enough edgy quiet to say they were in the minority.


It was as if the entire block waited to see if there would be a repeat performance.


Not tonight, people. The bloodsuckers have left the building.


Leaves rustled from the narrow strip separating the frat house from its neighbor.


Chapter 16