The only thing worse than an assassin is a zombie assassin. That's what I find myself up against when a celebrity hypnotist turns up dead on Christmas. Except this killer is no ordinary zombie, and I should know. The name's Cisco Suarez, and besides being the Miami Police Department's resident supernatural consultant, I'm a practicing necromancer. With a series of murders threatening to reveal the existence of magic, anti-animist militias capture the public heart. The streets are rife with unrest and vigilantes that aren't me. Against all that, I have a killer to find. So I enlist the help of a curious dog, dig up an old grave, and tie the zombie's origins to the Twelve Days of Christmas. Talk about holiday cheer. Is it Christmas season or hunting season, and who's hunting who?