Voodoo Rumors 1951

It was a typical February night in 1951 when she stepped into one of Nashville’s many dives and into my life. The blonde asked for my story, wanting to know what had me drinking. She had no idea it was the same thing that had me working at nights, hunting down the monsters that stalk the back alleys of my city. Back in ’31, the job was just supposed to be another bank heist - in, then out, then we'd be rich. But along with the money, we found that cursed ruby, and nothing was the same again.

Once I get the dame calmed down, she shows me what all the fuss is about: three stiffs in the dumpster behind Gatsby’s, stacked one on top of the other. Now, I know what you’re thinking - bodies drained of blood, two marks on the side of each neck...all signs point to shenanigans of the vampiric variety. But I’ve been on this beat long enough to know there’s always more to the story, even in a place like this.

I wanted to treat my girlfriend to a trip to New Orleans for some much needed R-and-R. That was the plan. Stopping in Memphis for a night of partying, I awoke to find I had no memories of the night before, another woman had joined us in bed for the evening, and a demon sat in the hotel’s bar, wanting to talk....

Set in 1950s Nashville, Voodoo Rumors brings to life the secret files of P.I. Thomas Dietrich as he battles the werewolves, vampires, and demons that roam his city’s streets at night.

There are five days each month when those cursed with lycanthropy are forced to change. The police called me early on day five. Four women dead, one killed each night. And the brutality of the four attacks implies the killer is a new werewolf, better known as a Wild Pooch. That gave me and my lady less than eighteen hours to find the killer werewolf and save a life.