When Cass finds her partner lying on the floor of their New
Orleans tattoo shop in a pool of blood, the world as she
knows it ends. Alex, her ink-slinging Michelangelo, lies in
the hospital comatose, perhaps permanently. Lacking faith in
the police and their ability to find whoever shot Alex, Cass
puts the word out that she's seeking justice, justice she
will willingly pay for.
When a Voodoo mambo offers the services of her mysterious
godson, Cass finds herself stepping into a dark, deadly
world, one that she may not walk out of again intact.
This is a short story set in the world of my Hoodoo novels,
Black Dust Mambo and Black Heat Loa, and features Gabrielle
LaRue and Devlin Daniels from those books. It is not
necessary to read the novels in order to enjoy the story.