“There are some days when everything goes okay, or at least as well as you could hope. Then there are other days when it would be better to stay in bed and let the hours drift by while you remain hidden under the blankets.
Today had hardly even started but I already longed to crawl back into bed and pretend the sun had never risen.”
My name is Alec Harbinger, Preternatural Investigator and hunter of things that go bump in the night. As far as the Society of Shadows is concerned, a better description would be “epic screw-up”. They tried to ruin my career by kicking me out of Chicago and sending me to the sleepy town of Dearmont, Maine.
After all, a preternatural investigator isn’t going to find much work in a small town in the middle of nowhere, right?
Yeah, about that…
HARBINGER P.I. 