The Long Goodnight

Hook is back. Or at least that's what my partner the Mad Hatter, aka Maddox, claims. And I should totally believe him. He does have the sight after all. But I can't. I just won't. Because Hook . . . he was my world. And the day he died in my arms I nearly died too. It's taken me forever to get to a good place again, and that's why I won't go looking for him. I won't go searching for a ghost. Besides, I have a case.

Crow shifters. Bank heists. And lots and lots of stolen goodies. Just what I need to keep my mind off of Hook. But the crime syndicate known as the Slasher Gang they're not just small time crooks now, they're turning deadly. They're changing. No longer content just to rob and pillage, everywhere they go now they leave a sea of blood in their wake. And nothing about what they're doing makes any sense. A fae stronghold's been robbed. Dozens of the queen's royal guards have been killed. Whatever was taken, I know it's bad. Like crazy, stupid bad. Like end of the world kind of bad. I don't know how I know this, I just do. Something feels really wrong. I can feel it, taste it in the wind, hear it in the changing tides. Something super evil, super deadly, and super scary this way comes. I only hope I can stop it, whatever it is, or Grimm as we know it might never be the same again . . .