The Night Shift takes place two years after the events of The Hanged Man's Ghost, following Fynn as a now seasoned detective with the Night Shift. Fynn has a new partner, Simon Murphy (Fiends in Low Places) who is about as green as Ireland.
Fynn and Jack live together with their daughter, Tara, and Fynn has pretty much settled into life as a father and husband.
Things going smoothly isn't exactly in the cards for Fynn. The first of a series of murders shakes his foundations and his life starts to spin out of control.
Writing The Night Shift I knew I had to move forward in time to a more settled, stable Fynn. I wanted to write something that would test him, and I think I managed that.
Fynn is so much fun for me to write. There are a lot of little things he does that catch me by surprise. He's definitely one of those characters that takes charge of the situation and prods me when he doesn't like where I'm going. There isn't especially a lot of romance in this one, Jack and Fynn are a very sturdy couple, but I think everyone will enjoy seeing where Simon and Gabriel started, and getting a glimpse at Ian (Poisoned Spirits).
I can tell you that I am working on a third book, The Hellfire Legacy, and it takes place directly after The Night Shift. The author extra floating around is a teaser for it.
Excerpt from The Night Shift
Sharp, sweet and smoky tendrils of scent followed us. The stone
floor beneath my feet was getting slick as Simon bled on it -- he ran
just in front of me. Behind us the howls were starting. Throaty,
piercing sounds that made your hair stand on end and burned into your
memory as surely as that time you walked in on your Great-Aunt Shirley
in the bathtub.
Simon -- my partner in this case and an unhealthily good looking
young man several years my junior -- had been injured during what had
been supposed to be a simple reconnaissance trip. The creatures behind
us were ghouls; a nest of them had gotten together in a section of the
Old City, and we’d been trying to make a count before taking
I wanted to set fire to the whole damn complex, but somebody overruled me.
“I see the stairs!” Simon shouted over his shoulder.
I looked up, spotting the sliver of sunlight that was our escape
hatch. The ghouls wouldn’t be able to follow us out into the light,
After a moment’s thought, I caught up to Simon and slung him over my shoulder with a grunt. “You see one, shoot.”
“Yes, sir.” He wasn’t particularly surprised to be manhandled,
I’d done it before -- not to say the boy was injury prone but… He
rested the butt of his shotgun against my shoulder, and I went for the
stairs. The howls were getting closer as I took the first step, and
Simon fired a warning shot that sent a sharp blow to my shoulder as I
absorbed the recoil. I ignored it for the time being and kept going.
At the top of the stairs I set him down, shoving him through the
open doorway and turned on the crowd of ghouls that had paused just out
of reach of the sunlight. They were ugly bastards. Unlike zombies,
ghouls didn’t rot after they dug themselves out of the ground -- they
dried. It was particularly unattractive. Several of them had huge
distended stomachs to go with the long claws and pointed teeth. They’d
“Hi guys.” I smiled and pulled the grenade I’d been saving out
of my pocket. “Bye guys.” I jerked the ring out and tossed the grenade
amongst them, throwing myself out the door, slamming it shut and
running. “Fire in the hole!”
Simon took off and the explosion went off about five seconds
later, blasting bits of building, and ghoul, into the air. Simon and I
continued our retreat to the van, climbing in and shutting the door.
The reinforced panels would keep off the worst of it, though I could
hear the tinging as bits of stone and wood and bone struck the
“That was fucking insane!” Simon snapped, lounging against the wall of the van and panting.
“Aw, it wasn’t as bad as the siren in Humbolt Park and you know it.”
“One of these days, Adder, you’re going to get me killed.”
“Not today.” I took a closer look at his injury, a nasty gash
along his side. “We’re heading to the hospital. Bronson, start her up.”
The slender, salt and pepper redhead started up the van without
further prompting and took off fast enough to leave tire behind on the
concrete. “You blew something up again,” he complained.
“No choice.” Well, there’d been a choice, but I’d liked mine.
“How bad is it?”
I looked at Simon, noting he had passed out. “He’ll be okay, just hurry.”
Simon wasn’t particularly stalwart about pain, it seemed he’d
pass out at the drop of the hat -- if you didn’t know why. Simon had
been diagnosed with narcolepsy, because what was really wrong with him
was too unbelievable for the medical community.
“Is he out?”
“Like a light.” I maintained pressure on the wound. “I’m fine too, thanks for asking.”
“I assumed you were, because you weren’t complaining.” He took a sharp turn that knocked me into the wall. “Now hush.”
Bronson wasn’t technically my superior; we were basically equals,
but I still tended to do as he said. For one, I was almost certain
that if I pissed him off he’d curse me. Bronson was, after all, a
I refrained from mouthing off and concentrated on keeping Simon from bleeding to death. All in all, not a bad day of training.
I hope everyone enjoys the book, and I hope you can be patient while I finish writing book three.