Graves Files Case 1

Name's Vicki Graves. I'm a hunter. If you need me, it's already too late.

Name’s Vicki. I hunt vamps, witches, demons. Pretty much anything that goes bump in the night. You got a demonic pest? I’m your gal to kill it. I ain’t picky. I’ll take it out or die trying.

And today just might be that day.

This case is personal, you see. I didn’t want to believe that after all these years I might find out what happened to my family. Chase and Johnnie uncovered new evidence. Said it would give me closure.

I wasn’t keen, to be honest. Nobody wants to open up that sort of wound for inspection, but they were adamant. They worry about me.

Which is exactly why I’m facing down a seethe of vamps in a dirty, out of town garage. And I half expected that, really.

What I didn’t expect?

To be doing it with nothing to protect myself but my sexy high heel boots and a crumpled piece of paper.

Looks like today’s the day I really get to see whether I take em out or die trying.