The Midnight Defenders
1 primary work
Book 1
When Daddy, Gramps, drunk Uncle Billy...whoever it was, looked at you when you were a little kid, blankets around your neck, sure-as-shit convinced that something in your closet was out to get you, and they told you there wasn't anything there - that monsters didn't exist - they were lying to you. Jono Swyftt knows this because that's what he does. He kills things. Nightmare things: Orcs, trolls, haunts...the bloody Easter Bunny. Swyftt was a copper, a priest, a father, a husband. Now, he's just a burnt-out PI with an arsenal of big-ass guns - an unrepentant foul-mouth who keeps everyone at arms length - and yet, whether your problem is a mating orgy of Cyclopes or a strip club full of horny Sirens, everyone from US Senators to Julia Roberts knows he's the one man to call. He's the very last line of paranormal defense in the greater Seattle area. And he ain't bloody cheap.