Description: Joe Pitt is 45 but looks 28. His beauty secret? He's a vampire. Pitt resides on the Manhattan turf of the Society clan, which dreams of bringing vampires into the open and curing their virus. He also runs errands for the rival Coalition clan-stuff like snuffing zombies before they give the undead a bad name. He'd love to leave both clans behind but worries that 'Vampyres in the suburbs last less than a year. Plus those places are soulless pits.' He can eat garlic (although he hates it) and once drank holy water with no ill effects. Crosses are no problem, and he can see himself in the mirror. But if he steps into sunlight unprotected the virus will finish him, so he dons a white burnoose for daytime sojourns. But the dominant color is blood red as Pitt tracks a zombie bacteria carrier and endures inhuman torture in the process. Published only three months after the second entry in the author's kill-crazy Hank Thompson trilogy, this may be palate-cleansing sorbet for Huston. But it'll be a tasty treat for fans of vampire fiction and/or smart-alecky, hard-boiled crime novels.