BlurbDetective James Arklow didn't believe in monsters...until he met her. and t and "Detective James Arklow is a practical man, an ex-cop with a bad back anda thriving private practice. Enter Mandy Veedon, an attractive but unbalancedyoung woman, who claims she was raped by a werewolf. Arklow is skeptical, butas the case progresses, he begins to suspect that his client may be telling thetruth. and " and tExcerpt and "She sighed, stood up fromher groaning swivel chair, and peered out through her window. She split theslats on her blinds, letting in the garish golden light blinking from thebail-bondsman's office across the street. "I was raped," she said."Why don't you go to thepolice?" I asked.She let the blinds go, andturned around. It was time for another link in the smoking chain. She grabbedyet another cigarette from her desk. She offered me the pack. I shook my head;it had been almost ten years. Mandy asked, "You're notobligated to tell the cops what I tell you, are you?""If you are intending tocommit a crime, to harm yourself or someone else, yes I am. If I haveinformation which might aid the police in their investigation, yes. But I'm notallowed to give up the name of my client. If I disclose your privateinformation, I could lose my license."That answer suited her. Wewere both quiet for a moment. The sound of a car alarm going off came from thestreet. "I can't go to the police," she said, "because they won't believe me.""Why?" I asked."Because I was raped by awerewolf," she said.She watched my face for achange in expression. I had been in law enforcement for too long to give herone. "Okay." "You believe me?" She asked."I believe you were raped,"I said."That's good enough," shesaid. and "