Father Sybil Crik couldn't care less, really, what Osma Whitechapel saw in her bedroom the other night – angel? Demon? A more earthbound beastie? The point here, my friends -- the only thing that matters -- is that monsters are a boon for the local economy, not to mention Crik's career and the future of his failing church. But Alden Mayor Teddy Pauper is a bit more put out. See, he needs the Whitechapel land for a not-to-be-missed economic development project. He insists it's all that stands between Alden, a declining canal town in upstate New York, and obliteration. Pretty darn convenient that this divine trespasser shows up now, don't you think? The whole mess spells gigantic career opportunity for Brian “Punch” Damon, a junior reporter at the cash-strapped Alden Weekly. Damon is on a rocket ride to riches and worldwide acclaim – or so he thinks. He just needs that one big story. The Alden Angel is it. Damon teams up with Gripp Whitechapel, Osma's husband and the town recluse, to find out what, exactly, appeared in Osma's bedroom that night, and what has generation after generation of Alden's sins quite literally crawling up from the ground. “Alden don't forget,” Crik warns Osma Whitechapel. “The dirt ain't deep enough.”