“One witch suggested looking into hellhounds and maybe getting animal control to help with it.” “Nothing helpful,” Casale said with a snort. You said you ran off the local SOA agents previously working with you. I’ll need to make sure she’s clean of magical residue before she can be let go. Patrick settled his weight back on his heels, still studying the body. “She had a nervous breakdown, and EMTs removed her from the premises.” “Poor guy’s wife is a nurse and came home after an overnight shift at New York-Presbyterian in Lower Manhattan. Door was locked and so were all the windows except the one running the air-conditioning unit, but there’s no sign it was tampered with,” Allison said. We’ve looped in our affiliates outside New York City, but we haven’t received any calls from other departments, and we haven’t released critical details to the public,” Casale said. “The PCB has jurisdiction in the five boroughs.

“Can you be certain they’ve only been found in Manhattan? Are they all locals?” We’ve only found bodies in Manhattan though,” Dwayne said. There’s no consistency between their economic, religious, racial, or social backgrounds. There aren’t any links we can find between the victims.

“The current MO is half-eaten bodies and the signs. “Are the signs the only things connecting the murders?” Patrick asked. The only trace of it left was the residual of hellish taint. Whatever spell the signs had been a catalyst for, it was nearly gone now. Patrick couldn’t sense any magic left behind in the body itself. In his experience, nothing good ever came from magic that called to the gods. He touched a finger to the sign that represented the immortal god Ares, an uneasy feeling settling in his gut. Genre: LGTBQ, Urban Fantasy, m/m Snippet:

A ferry of bones and gold