Strange Practice (Dr. Greta Helsing, #1)

by Vivian Shaw

Anna was a comfortably large lady who wore purple scrubs in the office and only very infrequently had to suppress urges to stand around in ponds and lure travelers to a watery grave.

This is my friend, my father’s friend, whom I have known all my life, and he is on first-name terms with the Devil.

“Put those back,” he said. “I have had to overlook a number of personal inconveniences just lately, but I am not having you ruin the edge on my good knives by using them to chop up violent lunatics. If you insist on coming with us, go and get one of the damn swords over the dining room mantelpiece, and try not to hurt yourself with it.”