Shattered Little Sugar Skull

Most people celebrate the Day of the Dead with marigolds and tequila—I'm spending mine preparing a killer's last rites.

This job is anything but business. It's personal. I'm hunting the man responsible for putting Vera's tortured body on an altar through the streets of Mexico City. He left a chilling clue: a card stamped with the name Noir—the name of a French spook I already put in the ground. The sins of my past just cost my friend her life, and I intend to pay that debt in blood.

Jane sent help in the form of Father Rafael Vázquez, a priest who smells of last rites and retribution, and who prefers the Old Testament to absolution. Together, we're wading through the chaos of the Day of the Dead parade to deliver a message: You don't mess with Jane's people and live.

If you love ruthless women, a mix of blades and rosaries, and thrillers laced with snark and Old Testament vengeance, Shattered Little Sugar Skull will have you raising a glass—and a body count.