By David Wellington
In the following 23 hours, there'll be no reprieve,
no mercy, and no time without work for reliable behavior.
When vampire hunter Laura Caxton is locked up in a maximum-security legal, the cop-turned-con unearths herself surrounded via numerous murderers and death-row inmates with not anything to lose . . . and many time to kill.
Caxton’s consistently been in a position to watch her personal back–even whilst it’s opposed to a cell-block wall–but quickly she learns that a good better probability has slithered at the back of the bars to affix her. Justinia Malvern, the world’s oldest residing vampire, has taken up place of dwelling, and her energy grows via the instant as she raids the inmate inhabitants like an open bar with an all-you-can-drink offer of clean blood. The artful previous vampire understands simply the way to pull Caxton’s strings, too, and she's issued an ultimatum that Laura can’t refuse.
Now Laura has simply 23 hours to struggle her approach via a gauntlet of vampires, cons, and killers . . . 23 hours to make one final, determined try out at holding the realm from Justinia’s evil.
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