"I have plenty of information, but what do you have to trade?" I tossed Willy the plastic bag I was carrying. He caught it and pulled it open. He snatched the 18-inch sandwich out of the bag and started ripping the aluminum foil off of it. He bit into the cheese steak inside and closed his eyes as he experienced true bliss. I let him get in a few more bites before I tried to strike a deal. "So can you help me out, Willy?" Willy's eyes popped open, and he shook his head in the negative. "A single sandwich, though surely crafted by one gifted by the gods, is not worth the information you seek," he told me. "Willy, there are fries and a soda in that bag, too," I said. Willy looked into the bag by sticking his head into it. He pulled his head out with a mouth full of fries and started chewing while he spoke. "A deal has been struck! For a combo meal is always a bargain. Is there ketchup?" It's been raining for over a week in Baltimore as Michael gets caught up in his very own supernatural noir. Michael has bills to pay, a childhood teddy bear that wants him dead, and a half-leprechaun friend, Larry, with a price on his head for cheating in an underground poker game run by supernatural mobsters. With everything else, when a mysterious phone call asks Michael to get involved in a supernatural missing persons case, he could just walk away - but if he does there is a good chance that in three days the full moon will make Baltimore a hunting ground for supernatural predators. Can Michael save Baltimore from the latest threat while also preventing a supernatural war from starting up again and saving Larry from four preternatural hitmen that notoriously always get their toll...