Shrouds of Darkness

Brooklyn is home to thousands of drug dealers, murderers, rapists, thieves, gang bangers, and mafia. There are also some really unpleasant people-like me.

My name is Leo Malone, and I'm a vampire.

I've lived in Brooklyn for nearly a century, and I've grown to like the place. I used to be a sheriff; the law enforcement within the vampire enclave. I got fired a few years back for being too violent, and that's saying something when your primary duty is to cut the head off some vampire for stepping out of line.

So now I do other things.

Officially, I'm a private investigator. Unofficially, I take out the trash when it's too nasty leave on the curb.

Anyway, a hot mutt (half-werewolf) and her brother hire me to find their father after he doesn't come home. But even playing dogcatcher for a rabid werewolf running amok and tearing apart the populace is a simple job compared to the giant conspiracy pile I step in trying to find him.

Now, not only do I have to track down a creature capable of turning me into a chew toy if I'm not careful, I have an untold number of my own kind out for my head. That's why I live by the motto "do unto others before they do unto you," and I'm damn good at doing unto others.