William Draven Yarrow doesn't investigate. He executes warrants. That's the job, and the job is simple: contain the vampire, close the file, drive home to the cabin and the cat who hates him.
The warrant on Katrisha Esplin should have been simple too. A grieving widow, nine days feral, three revenants already loose in a Deep East Texas county that doesn't know what's hunting it. Standard field discretion. Standard outcome.
Except nobody investigated her husband's death. No suspect profile. No scene report. Just a death certificate that calls a murder "violent external trauma" and moves on, and a Kiss that called for execution before it tried containment.
Yarrow reads warrants for a living. He knows what it looks like when the file is built to keep a question from getting asked.
Somebody wanted Jarod Esplin dead, and wanted his widow to take the blame for what his death made her become. Now Yarrow has to decide whether he's still just the man they send to close the file, or the one man in Harrison County willing to ask who really killed him.
Justice has teeth. So does the truth.
