No dominion - Charlie Huston

Joe Pitt's life sucks. He hasn't had a case or a job in God knows how long and his
stashes are running on empty. What stashes? The only ones that count to a guy like
Joe: blood and money. The money he uses to buy blood; the blood he drinks. Hey, buddy,
it's that or your neck-you want to choose? The only way to lay his hands on both
is to take a gig with the local Vampyre Clan. See, something new is on the streets,
a new high, a high so strong it can send a Vampyre spazzing through Joe's local watering
hole. Till Joe sends him through a plate-glass window, that is.

So it's time for
Joe to gut up and swallow that pride and follow the leads wherever they go. It won' t be long before he's slapping stoolies, getting sapped, and being taken for a ride
above 110th Street. Someone's pulling Joe's strings, and now he's riding the A train,
looking to find who it is. He's gonna cut them when he finds them-the strings and
the hands that hold them.