First Grave on the Right (Charley Davidson, #1)

by Darynda Jones

Just a girl, a few ghosts, and the entire human race. What could be easier?

he didn’t move like a normal man moves, Charley. He was a blur, so fast it was impossible for my eyes to follow him. Then he was crouched on the table like an animal, powerful, dangerous.” Neil shook his head again, as if still not believing his own eyes. “That’s how he got his name.” “His name?” I asked, even more intrigued. “No one ever touched him again,” he continued. “In all the years I’ve been here, I’ve never seen anything like it. He’s a legend to these men, almost godlike.” I scooted closer to his desk, almost drooling. “You mentioned a name?” “Right,” he said, snapping to attention. “They call him El Aliento del Diablo.” “The devil’s breath,” I echoed in English.