Second Grave on the Left (Charley Davidson, #2)

by Darynda Jones

“Are you going to report me for sexual harassment?” “No, but I will grade you,” I said,

“You stir up more hornets’ nests than a twelve-year-old boy with a baseball bat. You’re like Lois Lane on crack.”

If I was Lois Lane, then Reyes Farrow was definitely my Superman. I just had to find him before the kryptonite demons finished what they started.