Joe Pitts life sucks. He hasnt had a case or a job in God knows how long and his stashes are running on empty. What stashes? The only ones that count to a guy like Joe: blood and money. The money he uses to buy blood; the blood he drinks. Hey, buddy, its that or your neckyou want to choose? The only way to lay his hands on both is to take a gig with the local Vampyre Clan. See, something new is on the streets, a new high, a high so strong it can send a Vampyre spazzing through Joes local watering hole. Till Joe sends him through a plate-glass window, that is. So its time for Joe to gut up and swallow that pride and follow the leads wherever they go. It wont be long before hes slapping stoolies, getting sapped, and being taken for a ride above 110th Street. Someones pulling Joes strings, and now hes riding the A train, looking to find who it is. Hes gonna cut them when he finds themthe strings and the hands that hold them.From the Trade Paperback edition.