Publisher's Synopsis
A cult? Really, Baltimore? I hate cults...
Working for the Organization has put me in a lot of odd situations, but occasionally it throws me a true curve ball. Say, for example, a bank robbery where the perpetrators drop dead before it's all over.
The dead robbers lead to a strange drug that came out of nowhere and is causing over doses at such a high rate the hospitals can't keep up and neither can we. The more we find out about this case, the more we realize that this thing has tentacles that reach all over.
Add to that the club I run in my off time and the Cowboy case that just won't die like his victims do, and you've got one stressed out Eden and company. Except we can't slow down and take a breather. We have to figure out where this drug came from and send it the hell back before it takes half the city. Lives depend on it.
As if that isn't something I tell myself every case.
