Joe Pittās life sucks. He hasnāt 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, itās that or your neckāyou 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 Joeās local watering hole. Till Joe sends him through a plate-glass window, that is.
So itās time for Joe to gut up and swallow that pride and follow the leads wherever they go. It wonā t be long before heās slapping stoolies, getting sapped, and being taken for a ride above 110th Street. Someoneās pulling Joeās strings, and now heās riding the A train, looking to find who it is. Heās gonna cut them when he finds themāthe strings and the hands that hold them.
Joe Pittās life sucks. He hasnāt 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, itās that or your neckāyou 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 Joeās local watering hole. Till Joe sends him through a plate-glass window, that is.
So itās time for Joe to gut up and swallow that pride and follow the leads wherever they go. It wonā t be long before heās slapping stoolies, getting sapped, and being taken for a ride above 110th Street. Someoneās pulling Joeās strings, and now heās riding the A train, looking to find who it is. Heās gonna cut them when he finds themāthe strings and the hands that hold them.