The Office of Preternatural Affairs are the bad guys, regulating the preternatural straight into jail, and Cèsar Hawke works for them. But something has gone wrong. There are scratches on Cèsar Hawke’s arms, a discharged Glock on his coffee table, and a dead woman in his bathtub. Yeah, maybe he brought the waitress home for some fun — he was too drunk to remember it — but he knows for a fact that he didn’t kill her.

The cops disagree. Now Cèsar is running. And he has to find out which demon is trying to nail him with the crime before he lands himself in jail with all the enemies he's put away...

"Witch Hunt"

by SM Reine