I am Thomas Hunter, a paranormal investigator and part-time ghost charmer. I walk a thin line where the shadows of perception reshape the definition of reality. I used to be a cop, I used to have a wife. Then I died. When I woke up, I had three entities in my head, a bad case of amnesia, and an insider’s view of the occult. I named myself Hunter because it expresses what I do. Lately, two corpses have shown up in the San Francisco morgue. They have something unique about them: they don't decompose. The Vatican claimed them as holy relics, but alive these stiffs were no more Catholic than Crowley. I wasn't the first choice for the case, but I might be the best. See, I find what the cops and private dicks miss, but I have to do it my way. I am Thomas Hunter, and nothing is what it seems.
Andrew Michael Schwarz enjoys his coffee and long walks on cold days; he relocated to Washington state for those two reasons. He has become a latte snob and readily rejects a cup of coffee that is not the exact correct temperature. His favorite music consists of uplifting trance anthems, but he is still a consummate Freddie Mercury fan. He owns two little dogs and is happy that they are little. He reads horror and Classic literature. He loves movies, but rarely watches TV.