Preacher by day, predator by night . . .

In a van he christened the Meat Wagon, Cecil O. Biggs cruises the shadowy streets
and back alleys of Southern California on the prowl for victims.

Young or old. Male or female. Makes no difference. Black, white, Hispanic. Makes
no difference. So long as he's able to lure them with dope and cash—and haul them
back to his dungeon of depravity.

For fans of Dean Koontz, Shirley Jackson, Jack Ketchum, Thomas Harris, et al.,
who prefer their horror fiction raw and real—with a slice of twisted humor.