Devil in the Kitchen
Crime scene investigator Kate Sawchuk doesn't make mistakes. So when the national fingerprint database results come back saying her crime scene prints--found in the victim's still-tacky blood--belong to a man who's been dead for a year, Kate's reputation is on the line.
Professional pride (and not a little pig-headedness) takes her to a biker bar to confront this "dead guy." Logic tells her he must have somehow faked his death, but some things in life can't be explained with logic and evidence, and one of them is Domenic Bonangelo--he's a wendigo, a cannibalistic shapeshifter with a heart of ice. (cause that's so refreshing a change of pace of course)
When a girl is murdered--a girl who, in the dark, could be mistaken for Kate--the body is found, bound and half-naked, in her car. There's a savage bite on her breast, the bruises like a ring of thin purple-blue pearls. The investigation reveals that the killer has raped at least four other girls, all of them bitten as well.
The obvious suspect would be Domenic...if he hadn't been in Kate's bed that night. Her "no mistakes" record is looking pretty piss-poor. (yup, one more strike and yer out)
Thanks to the killer's misdirection, Kate's co-workers, friends, and even her on-again/off-again boyfriend are all suspects. Logic and forensics point one direction, instinct and gut reaction another. The only person she can trust is Domenic, who's become a kind of misguided guardian angel watching over her.
But how far can you trust a monster wearing the face of an innocent boy?
Her boyfriend is a cannibal?
Troubled woman, bad boyfriend, dead girls...ho hum.