Publisher's Synopsis
When demons gather in their masses, it's time to put them on their asses. At least, that's what Noah and I decided after we finished up a whiskey-assisted hunt in Kentucky for one of the most ridiculous supers I've ever seen. And that's saying something considering I've hunted more than one Bonnacon. So when Walter sent out the on-air warning about Bellum, Pennsylvania, and the big baddy demon vacationing in the area, we were ready to rush in while other hunters were avoiding the place. At least, I was ready. Noah was less enthusiastic, but like the boy scout-in-denial he is, he saddled up right alongside me. We were locked and loaded, but we had not been expecting the sucker punch of surreal that we found when we hit town. Some light reconnaissance, stalking and then impersonating Federal officers, a main street brawl, a jaded Homeland Security agent, and a demon hiding in plain sight just about gave us a bingo in the town that would give anything to protect its newest industry.Oink, oink. I smell supernatural bacon.
