Publisher's Synopsis
My name is Roger. Don't worry about my last name. It's only important to me. I'm the current Detective, a sort of supernatural peacekeeper and straightener of mystical messes, appointed/cursed by gods know what to take care of the city of Kalamazoo. Means I get to deal with all the nasty things that have lurked in the dark places since before humans made the awful decision to move out of their caves. One of those things has killed April, a stripper at the local topless bar, and I have to find out which one and why. She's pretty insistent about it. Dead folks get that way about this sort of thing. And I'm really not in the mood. I've just killed my favorite goddess, and dealing with a murder that'll probably just wind up being part of some god's little cry for attention is hardly at the top of my to-do list. Even if it averts the apocalypse. Again.
