I hate finding corpses. For some reason, my enemies think dead bodies work as a communication method. Call me old fashioned, but I prefer a letter.
When I find a pulverized gargoyle on my lawn, I can't help but think things are about to get rocky. The gargoyles don't expect me to look into the death, but who can ignore murder on their doorstep? Ex-soldier Greg Manners knows all about violence and he thinks that the ogres are involved. Deadly or not, I'll go toe-to-toe with their lethal king if I need to. I'm determined to find justice–but just when I start investigating, one of the pack's children is snatched.
I'm in a race against time to find him when it turns out that Bobby isn't the first stolen child. I'll have to navigate Other world politics to work out what the purloined children have in common. Maybe if I know why they've been taken, I'll discover who took them. Because the clock is ticking and I am all out of suspects.
Esme and I have to work together to find the kids, before it's too late….
