Full Moon Cleaners: By Fair Means or Foul
My name is Faith Jordan. I clean up crime scenes after the police, CSI, and the dead have gone home, and faithless, dark places where the dead, and other creatures, linger on. When I was twelve, my mother died during an exorcism gone wrong. If you’re thinking Linda Blair, levitating beds, projectile vomit, and spontaneous flesh wounds, don’t. It was worse. Because it was real. No Hollywood special effects. Just a charismatic priest that my mother shouldn’t have trusted. Believing he saw the devil in my mother’s eyes, the priest tried to scratch him out with his pale fingers. Ash Shannon, a former priest who left the priesthood when he fell in love with my mother, burst into the church and tried to stop him. Ash was too late. I made it a point to learn about exorcism rites. And biohazard bags. And other things that go bump in the night. When I grew up, I opened a crime scene cleanup biz called FULL MOON CLEANERS. My main responsibility is to thoroughly and discreetly mop up after someone or something dies violently, to restore a scene to what it looked like before the violent death. I am daily exposed to nasty human blood-borne diseases and nasty inhuman viruses like vampire, zombie, and the rarer werewolf virus. The crime scenes I’m currently cleaning smack of werewolf and my business partner, Eddy, has a pathological fear of dogs. So I’ve involved Val Starr, an animal forensics expert who heads up an animal rescue SWAT team, who knows a thing or two about howling, hairy beasts. Ash, the demon profiler, is back in my life. He came back because he thinks I need protection from a big, bad demon who is tracking an ancient grimoire and killing people in an attempt to become a werewolf the likes of which the world has never seen—the demon he believes was involved in my mother's death. Oh, and I may have been infected by the werewolf virus too. As Ash says, we'll take it one full moon at a time….