For those who are not regular readers I would impress upon you that we do not do spoilers and that misdirection is amongst my middle names. Double-bluff is another of them.
"Let him go.
"A man's got to follow his own path. Even if it's headed in the wrong direction."
We seem to love our gruff, small-town communities in comics at the moment. You know the sort I mean: where outsiders are spurned, grudges are grown, the law might turn a blind eye to due process when browbeaten into it and real power lies in those with the loudest, surliest and often drunkest mouths.
Somewhere in swampland Florida there's a bar called Hog's River where almost everyone congregates of an evening. It belongs to the Hansens and Pa Hansen is amongst the surliest son-of-bitches of them all. They're practical, capable folk. His two sons, Cash and Grady, tend the bar and of course they all have beards.
They've a family friend in Danny who's clean-shaven but not local and renowned for his disappearing acts, even on his son, estranged wife and sister-in-law. He's just wandered back into town, but seems mighty skittish, often retreating to the shadows. His son Boone and Boone's Aunty Louise are currently on the road, driving up to find him and they won't bring good news.
Cash too is doing a disappearing act, but that's to go courting Jolene. They have an unusual courtship routine. But Cash is so stoked he's bought her a ring and is practising how to propose.
Thing is, right now, you don't want to be doing any disappearing acts. People have gone missing and Sheriff Mays and Deputy Sheriff Mays (his son - it's that sort of town) are mighty suspicious. It could have something to do with the virus that's turning folks into cannibals. Oh, they get rabid for human flesh, so the worst thing you can do in a fight is bite someone; or get accused of biting someone. Grudges, due process: we've covered that one.
It's making a closed community like this with easily frayed tempers even more antsy than usual.
And that's when Jolene goes missing.
Lots of long shadows are in evidence on the art front, and on the writing front too. That's why this works so well. It's far from an epidemic, but that this cannibalism virus exists on the periphery at all is enough for eyes to narrow and for everyone to jump to conclusions. No one can let their guard down or take any chances.
So somebody obviously will.
And obviously other acts of violence which have nothing to do with this virus may slip through the cracks and so get overlooked.
One last thing... Here's Sheriff Mays:
"No one with the virus can last more than a few days without getting overtaken by the fever."
So that's kind of good news / bad news. It's bad that the urge is uncontrollable; it's good that if you lock someone up for seventy-two hours and they don't start salivating that you know they're free from infection.
But it's very, very bad that between brunches anyone, for a couple of days, could pass for fine, dandy and normal.
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Demonic s/c (£13-99, Image) by Christopher Sebela & Niko Walter...
"She's got you on a short leash, partner."
"I need my leash yanked every now and then. It's good for me."
"Wow. Remember when we used to say she was like a tick you couldn't..."
"Long time ago, Fischer."
"Lighten up, Graves. I'm allowed to use your past against you, Mr. Sensitive. It's in the partner's manual."
"Uh huh. Let's roll. Faster we knock this out, tell the roomies to stop fighting over the milk, faster we can catch something worth our time."
"Famous last words. 5-to-1 we walk into a complete clusterfuck."
"Your lips to God's ear, Fischer."
...as the eviscerated body hits the sidewalk just in front of them.
I guess the title is some clue as to what to expect, so it's no surprise to find our erstwhile partners in crime-fighting walking straight into what appears to be a full-on demonic possession and indeed total clusterfuck of the highest supernatural order. It's a situation that sends chills straight up Detective Grave's spine, given his very strange upbringing as part of a commune, and more besides...
That's a piece of his, as yet to us, shadowy past that Graves and his wife have agreed to never, ever talk about ever again. Unfortunately for Detective Graves, though, it seems his past isn't done with him yet as he is offered a very dark deal indeed to preserve the lives of those closest to him. He takes the deal, of course, but did he actually need to...?
I enjoyed this dark tale from the writer of HIGH CRIMES with its intriguing plot and snappy dialogue. It's basically a blend of KILL OR BE KILLED and OUTCAST with a police procedural backdrop. Sketchy artwork, which really does seem to be de rigueur at the mo, from a name new to me, Niko Walter, which very much adds to the creepy feel. Detective Graves and family are in for a very rough and extremely bloody time. Whether that will extend to more issues than this, I know not. This volume was not numbered which makes me think not, yet certain matters are left, shall we say, dangling tantalisingly...