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

“There’s nothing linking him to any of the frat boys.” Himwas the John Doe in the morgue. “All we know is that he was there.”


Brady slipped on his left shoe, propping his heel against the footboard of his hospital bed to try and tie it. His right arm was in a sling, a necessary precaution to help his dislocated shoulder heal faster. It made trying to do anything he normally did with two hands incredibly difficult. The nurses had learned the first night how much he hated feeling helpless.


They weren’t his only injuries. His throat was still bandaged. The doctors said those would scar.


Webster prowled around the edge of the room. He hadn’t stopped moving since he’d shown up to drive Brady home. “We know he had a buddy.”


“A buddy with two of my bullets in him. He’s not going far.”


Chapter 39