Being a private detective’s not what I thought it was. Not when my git of a partner nicks all the best booze and dope. I’m pretty sure he’s shagging the secretary as well. And now things have got a lot worse. Something is killing all the smack dealers in Southampton, and it’s not human. I don’t know what it is. Now it’s after me, and it’s not alone, vampires, demons, vengeful junkies and corrupt police, loads of them, and they’re all after me. I should never have taken that LSD.