Jockson Hawes is a private detective with one very large problem - he is dead. Or rather; he isn't dead.
He has woken up from a deep darkness and found himself sitting behind his desk, with flies buzzing around his face and no memory.
In the chair across from him sits a Haitian priest, insisting that Jockson gets on with the task at hand, and talking of demons and talismans and a witch called Annie.
"Do not forget, Mr Hawes. The talisman is your protection."

Chris Young is eighteen feet tall and made of pure uranium. He has been published in the world's best-selling magazines and has nine hundred and twenty-seven novels in print.
He lives in the heart of a volcano, planning the destruction of mankind via the deployment of an army of robot hamsters.
His favourite book is the minimalist masterpiece "Not Now, Bernard" by David McKee.
Read his very, very occasional blogging at pigeonswalkingdownsteps.wordpress.com