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416 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 21, 2014
...starting in the 1960s, the steel manufacturers' hubris caught up with them when some Chinese alchemists revolutionized steel processes. ... Sure, magic had always existed, it's just no one really understood how it worked. That was until a scientist...discovered the genetic marker for magic was tied to left-handedness.Now the world is divided between Adepts who have the magic gene and Mundanes who don't. Kate is an Adept who grew up in the Cauldron, the niece of the most powerful magical crime boss in Babylon. Under his tutelage she learned to cook dirty magical potions; then, when she was fifteen her mother died from dirty magic and Kate swore off magic of any kind. Ten years later her uncle is serving a long prison sentence and Kate is patrolling the Cauldron as an officer of the Babylon Police Department.
Now, five decades later, everyone and their mothers used "clean" magic to wash their clothes and add zip to their sex lives. Instead of iron and steel, magic was the currency that kept us going. But...the illegal dirty magic industry had set down its black roots in our soil.
I wasn't a Mundane looking to recover from addiction to dirty magic. Instead, I was an Adept trying to overcome an addiction to the power I felt from cooking...dirty magic.The worst of the new dirty magic drugs is called Grey Wolf. One injection quickly turns a person into a snarling werewolf who loses all self-control, craves human flesh, and attacks whoever's nearest. Kate has to kill someone who's taken the drug and he turns out to be the main informant for the Magical Enforcement Agency's investigation of the Cauldron. Yes, think FBI. Kate manages to persuade Special Agent Miranda Gardner of the MEA and Kate's own boss Eldritch at the BPD to let her be a liaison between the two law enforcement agencies because of her familiarity with the Cauldron and its criminal gangs.
"I pinned him with pitying glare. 'That the best you got?"
His eye flares at the challenge. 'No, this is.' His hand cupped his balls.
'According to Alice in Dispatch'--I lowered my gaze to his crotch and winced--'there ain't much magical about that wand."
"How do I know where you're really taking me? Maybe you got a plan to kidnap me and make me your sex slave."
I scanned a dubious gaze over the man's ratty gray hair, serious dental hygiene crimes, and the dirt caked back under his nails. "It's tempting, but I think I can control myself today."
"I leaned against the counter and eyed the back of Danny’s head. His hair was in the style his peers favored—meticulous messiness. I swear the kid took half an hour applying goo to his hair so it could look exactly like it had when he rolled out of bed."