He named himself Hunter because he hunts for his past. One remaining memory refuses to let go and even that seems to be fading. Everything might return to normal if he can just find…her.
A pack of surely entities he calls his crew allow him to see into two worlds. Releasing spirits isn’t a living but it keeps him out of trouble. And the crew makes sure he stays that way, so long as he doesn’t drink himself to death when his case files run low.
San Francisco PD’s Paranormal-Invest uses him for select cases when they don’t know what else to do, because he used to be a cop and because he’s got nothing to lose.
Bodies that don’t decay begin to show up in the morgue and the Vatican lays claim, calling them Holy Relics. SFPD’s PI unit can’t seem to get any leads and there’s more boiling beneath the surface. Hunter isn’t the first choice for the case, but he might be the best.
Until she shows up.
Hunter might find his past and the origin of his crew if he can just find the Incorruptible body of his “dead” brother. But the trap has been snared and someone doesn’t want Hunter finding out the truth about the case…or himself.
Testing the boundaries of reality pushes him deeper into an eons old web with an ancient case only he is clever enough to untangle, if he can figure out who he really is and where he came from because somehow the case is as personal as his forgotten past.
And maybe this time, he’ll be able to stop the coming invasion.
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