Unnatural Acts (Dan Shamble, Zombie P.I. Series #2)

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To Be Dead Or Not To Be Dead

In the Unnatural Quarter, golems slave away in sweatshops, necromancers sell black-market trinkets to tourists, and the dead rise up--to work the night shift. But zombie detective Dan Shamble is no ordinary working stiff. When a local senator and his goons picket a ghostly production of Shakespeare in the Dark--condemning the troupe's "unnatural" lifestyles--Dan smells something rotten. And if something smells ...

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Overview

To Be Dead Or Not To Be Dead

In the Unnatural Quarter, golems slave away in sweatshops, necromancers sell black-market trinkets to tourists, and the dead rise up--to work the night shift. But zombie detective Dan Shamble is no ordinary working stiff. When a local senator and his goons picket a ghostly production of Shakespeare in the Dark--condemning the troupe's "unnatural" lifestyles--Dan smells something rotten. And if something smells rotten to a zombie, you're in serious trouble. . .

Before his way of life, er, death, is destroyed, Dan wants answers. Along the way he needs to provide security for a mummified madame, defend a mixed-race couple (he's a vampire, she's a werewolf) from housing discrimination, and save his favorite watering hole, the Goblin Tavern, from drying up. Throw in a hairy hitman, a necro-maniac, and a bank robber who walks through walls, and Dan Shamble's plate is full. Maybe this time, the zombie detective has bitten off more than he can chew. . .

Praise for Death Warmed Over

"Wickedly funny, deviously twisted and enormously satisfying. This is a big juicy bite of zombie goodness. Two decaying thumbs up."--Jonathan Maberry

"A darkly funny, wonderfully original detective tale."--Kelley Armstrong

"An unpredictable walk on the weird side. Prepare to be entertained." --Charlaine Harris

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Another full caseload for Dan Shamble, the zombie detective who was just warming up when he solved his own murder in Death Warmed Over (2012). Dan's reputation in the Unnatural Quarter has made him the shamus of last resort for any number of monsters. A golem named Bill begs him to help emancipate a hundred of his fellow golems from their servitude making toys for Maximilian Grubb, aka Maximum Max. The ghost of bank robber Alphonse Wheeler wants the help of Dan's partner, still-human lawyer Robin Deyer, in making sure he can live off the money he served 20 years for stealing. Neffi, the mummy who runs the Full Moon brothel, summons Dan to find some rent-a-goons to protect her establishment from the violent followers of conservative Sen. Rupert Balfour, whose Unnatural Acts Act threatens the rights of all the undead. Dan's old nemesis Harvey Jekyll insists that Robin file an anti-discrimination suit when he's barred from moving out of the Unnatural Quarter. An actor who insists that his name is William Shakespeare hires Dan to find the person who set his outdoor theater on fire, and crusading social worker Hope Saldana asks him to help her zombie assistant, Jerry, track down the heart and soul he pawned to Snazz, the gremlin owner of Timeworn Treasures. It's this last case that produces a fresh corpse when Dan breaks into Snazz's cluttered shop, intending to look over the ledger that identifies the party who purchased Jerry's heart and soul, and finds the pawnbroker strangled to death under circumstances that look very awkward indeed for the zombie sleuth. As exhaustingly inventive and jokey as Dan's debut. Think of the entire first season of True Blood on fast forward.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780758277367
  • Publisher: Kensington Publishing Corporation
  • Publication date: 12/24/2012
  • Series: Dan Shamble, Zombie P.I. Series , #2
  • Pages: 336
  • Sales rank: 277,472
  • Product dimensions: 5.64 (w) x 8.04 (h) x 0.86 (d)

Meet the Author

Kevin J. Anderson
Kevin J. Anderson

Jim Butcher is the author of the USA Today best-selling series "The Dresden Files" for Roc and the high fantasy series "The Codex Alera" for Ace. "The Dresden Files" is also a successful series of audio books; has been optioned for a television series by the SCI FI Channel; and is currently being developed into an online roleplaying game. A martial arts enthusiast and a skilled equestrian rider, Jim lives in Missouri with his wife and son.

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Unnatural Acts

Dan Shamble, Zombie P.I.
By Kevin J. Anderson

KENSINGTON BOOKS

Copyright © 2013 WordFire, Inc.
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-7582-7736-7


Chapter One

I never thought a golem could make me cry, but hearing the big clay guy's sad story brought a tear to my normally bloodshot eyes. My business partner Robin, a lawyer (but don't hold it against her), was weeping openly.

"It's so tragic!" she sniffled.

"Well, I certainly thought so," the golem said, lowering his sculpted head, "but I'm biased."

He had lurched into the offices of Chambeaux & Deyer Investigations with the ponderous and inexorable gait that all golems have. "Please," he said, "you've got to help me!"

In my business, most clients introduce themselves like that. It's not that they don't have any manners, but a person doesn't engage the services of a private investigator, or a lawyer, as an ordinary social activity. Our visitors generally come pre-loaded with problems. Robin and I were used to it.

Then, swaying on his thick feet, the golem added, "And you've got to help my people."

Now, that was something new.

Golems are man-sized creatures fashioned out of clay and brought to life by an animation spell. Tailor-made for menial labor, they serve their masters and don't complain about minimum wage (or less, no tips). Traditionally, the creatures are statuesque and bulky, their appearance ranging from store-mannequin smooth to early Claymation, depending on the skill of the sculptor-magician who created them. I've seen do-it-yourself kits on the market, complete with facial molds and step-by-step instructions.

This golem was in bad shape: dried and flaking, his gray skin fissured with cracks. His features were rounded, generic, and less distinctive than a bargain-store dummy's. His brow was furrowed, his chapped gray lips pressed down in a frown. He tottered, and I feared he would crumble right there in the lobby area.

Robin hurried out of her office. "Please, come in, sir. We can see you right away."

Robin Deyer is a young African American woman with anime-worthy brown eyes, a big heart, and a feisty disposition. She and I had formed a loose partnership in the Unnatural Quarter, sharing office space and cooperating on cases. We have plenty of clients, plenty of job security, plenty of headaches. Unnaturals have problems just like anyone else, but zombies, vampires, werewolves, witches, ghouls, and the gamut of monsters are underrepresented in the legal system. That's more than enough cases, if you can handle the odd clientele and the unusual problems.

Since I'm a zombie myself, I fit right in.

I stepped toward the golem and shook his hand. His grip was firm but powdery. "My partner and I would be happy to listen to your case, Mr. ...?"

"I don't actually know my name. Sorry." His frown deepened like a character in a cartoon special. "Could you read it for me?" He slowly turned around. In standard magical manufacturing, a golem's name is etched in the soft clay on the back of his neck, where he can never see it for himself. "None of my fellow golems could read. We're budget models."

There it was, in block letters. "It says your name is Bill."

"Oh. I like that name." His frown softened, although the clay face was too stiff to be overly expressive. He stepped forward, disoriented. "Could I have some water, please?"

Sheyenne, the beautiful blond ghost who served as our receptionist, office manager, paralegal, business advisor, and whatever other titles she wanted to come up with, flitted to the kitchenette and returned with some sparkling water that Robin kept in the office refrigerator. The golem took the bottle from Sheyenne's translucent hands and unceremoniously poured it over his skin. "Oh, bubbly! That tingles."

It wasn't what I'd expected him to do, but we were used to unusual clients.

When I'd first hung out my shingle as a PI, I'd still been human, albeit jaded—not quite down-and-out, but willing to consider a nontraditional client base. Robin and I worked together for years in the Quarter, garnering a decent reputation with our work ... and then I got shot in the back of the head during a case gone wrong. Fortunately, being killed didn't end my career. Ever since the Big Uneasy, staying dead isn't as common as it used to be. I returned from the grave, cleaned myself up, changed clothes, and got back to work. The cases don't solve themselves.

Thanks to high-quality embalming and meticulous personal care, I'm well preserved, not one of those rotting shamblers that give the undead such a bad name. Even with my pallid skin, the shadows under my eyes aren't too bad, and mortician's putty covers up the bullet's entry and exit holes in my skull, for the most part.

Bill massaged the moistened clay, smoothed the cracks and fissures of his skin, and let out a contented sigh. He splashed more water on his face, and his expression brightened. "That's better! Little things can improve life in large ways." After wiping his cheeks and eyes with the last drops of sparkling water, he became more animated. "Is that so much to ask? Civil treatment? Human decency? It wouldn't even cost much. But my people have to endure the most appalling conditions! It's a crime, plain and simple."

He swiveled around to include Robin, Sheyenne, and me. "That's why I came to you. Although I escaped, my people remain enslaved, working under miserable conditions. Please help us!" He deepened his voice, growing more serious. "I know I can count on Chambeaux and Deyer."

Now that the bottle of sparkling water was empty, Sheyenne returned with a glass of tap water, which the golem accepted. She wasn't going to give him the expensive stuff anymore if he was just going to pour it all over his body. "Was there anyone in particular who referred you to us?" she asked.

"I saw your name on a tourist map. Everyone in town knows Chambeaux and Deyer gives unnaturals a fair shake when there's trouble." He held out a rumpled, folded giveaway map carried by many businesses in the Quarter, more remarkable for its cartoon pictures and cheerful drawings than its cartographic detail.

Sheyenne flashed me a dazzling smile. "See, Beaux? I told you our ad on the chamber-of-commerce map would be worth the investment." Beaux is Sheyenne's pet name for me; no one else gets to call me that. (Come to think of it, no one had ever tried.)

"I thought you couldn't read, Bill," I said.

"I can look at the pictures, and the shop had an old vampire proofreader who mumbled aloud as he read the words," Bill said. "As a golem, you hear things."

"The important thing is that Mr., uh, Bill found us," Robin said. She had been sold on the case as soon as the golem told us his plight. If it weren't for Sheyenne looking out for us, Robin would be inclined to embrace any client in trouble, whether or not he, she, or it could pay.

Since joining us, postmortem, Sheyenne had worked tirelessly—not that ghosts got tired—to manage our business and keep Chambeaux & Deyer in the black. I didn't know what I'd do without her, professionally or personally.

Before her death, Sheyenne had been a med student, working her way through school as a cocktail waitress and occasional nightclub singer at one of the Unnatural Quarter high-end establishments. She and I had a thing in life, a relationship with real potential, but that had been snuffed out when Sheyenne was murdered, and then me, too.

Thus, our romance was an uphill struggle.

While it's corny to talk about "undying love," Fate gave us a second chance ... then blew us a big loud raspberry. Sheyenne and I each came back from the dead in our respective way—me as a zombie, and Sheyenne as a ghost—but ghosts can never touch any living, or formerly living, person. So much for the physical side of our relationship ... but I still like having her around.

Now that he was moisturized, Bill the golem seemed a new person, and he no longer flaked off mud as he followed Robin into our conference room. She carried a yellow legal pad, ready to take notes. Since it wasn't yet clear whether the golem needed a detective, an attorney, or both, I joined them. Sheyenne brought more water, a whole pitcher this time. We let Bill have it all.

Golems aren't the smartest action figures in the toy box—they don't need to be—but even though Bill was uneducated, he wasn't unintelligent, and he had a very strong sense of right and wrong. When he started talking, his passion for Justice was apparent. I realized he would make a powerful witness. Robin fell for him right away; he was just her type of client.

"There are a hundred other disenfranchised golems just like me," Bill said. "Living in miserable conditions, slaves in a sweatshop, brought to life and put to work."

"Who created you?" I asked. "Where is this sweatshop located? And what work did you do?"

Bill's clay brain could not hold three questions at a time, so he answered only two of them. "We manufacture Unnatural Quarter souvenirs—vampire ashtrays made with real vampire ash, T-shirts, place mats, paperweights, holders for toothpicks marketed as 'stakes for itsy-bitsy vampires.' "

Several new gift shops had recently opened up in the Quarter, a chain called Kreepsakes. All those inane souvenirs had to come from somewhere.

More than a decade after the Big Uneasy brought back all the legendary monsters, normal humans had recovered from their shock and horror enough that a few tourists ventured into the Quarter. This had never been the best part of town, even without the monsters, but businesses welcomed the increased tourism as an unexpected form of urban renewal.

"Our master is a necromancer who calls himself Maximus Max," Bill continued. "The golems are mass produced, slapped together from uneven clay, then awakened with a bootleg animation spell that he runs off on an old smelly mimeograph. Shoddy work, but he doesn't care. He's a slave driver!"

Robin grew more incensed. "This is outrageous! How can he get away with this right out in the open?"

"Not exactly out in the open. We labor in an underground chamber, badly lit, no ventilation ... not even an employee break room. Through lack of routine maintenance, we dry out and crumble." He bent his big blunt fingers, straightened them, then dipped his hand into the pitcher of water, where he left a murky residue. "We suffer constant aches and pains. As the mimeographed animation spell fades, we can't move very well. Eventually, we fall apart. I've seen many coworkers and friends just crumble on the job. Then other golems have to sweep up the mess and dump it into a bin, while Maximus Max whips up a new batch of clay so he can create more golems. No one lasts very long."

"That's monstrous." Robin took detailed notes. She looked up and said in a soft, compassionate voice, "And how did you escape, Bill?"

The golem shuddered. "There was an accident on the bottling line. When a batch of our Fires of Hell hot sauce melted the glass bottles and corroded the labeling machine, three of my golem friends had to clean up the mess. But the hot sauce ruined them, too, and they fell apart.

"I was in the second-wave cleanup crew, shoveling the mess into a wheelbarrow. Max commanded me to empty it into a Dumpster in the alley above, but he forgot to command me to come back. So when I was done, I just walked away." Bill hung his head. "But my people are still there, still enslaved. Can you free them? Stop the suffering?"

I addressed the golem. "Why didn't you go to the police when you escaped?"

Bill blinked his big artificial eyes, now that he was more moisturized. "Would they have listened to me? I don't have any papers. Legally speaking, I'm the necromancer's property."

Robin dabbed her eyes with a tissue and pushed her legal pad aside. "It sounds like a civil rights lawsuit in the making, Bill. We can investigate Maximus Max's sweatshop for conformance to workplace safety codes. Armed with that information, I'll find a sympathetic judge and file an injunction to stop the work line temporarily."

Bill was disappointed. "But how long will that take? They need help now!"

"I think he was hoping for something more immediate, Robin," I suggested. "I'll talk to Officer McGoohan, see if he'll raid the place ... but even that might be a day or two."

The golem's face showed increasing alarm. "I can't stay here—I'm not safe! Maximus Max will be looking for me. He'll know where to find me."

"How?" Sheyenne asked, sounding skeptical.

"I'm an escaped golem looking for action and legal representation—where else would I go but Chambeaux and Deyer? That's what the tourist map says."

"I've got an idea," I said. "Spooky, call Tiffany and tell her I'll come to her comedy improv show if she does me a quick favor."

Sheyenne responded with an impish grin. "Good idea, Beaux."

Tiffany was the buffest—and butchest—vampire I'd ever met. She had a gruff demeanor and treated her life with the utmost seriousness the second time around. But she had more of a sense of humor than I originally thought. Earlier that afternoon, Tiffany had dropped in, wearing a grin that showed her white fangs; she waved a pack of tickets and asked if we'd come see her for open-mic night at the Laughing Skull, a comedy club down in Little Transylvania. Maybe we could trade favors....

I knew Tiffany from the All-Day/All-Nite Fitness Center, where I tried to keep myself in shape. Zombies don't have to worry about cholesterol levels or love handles, but it's important to maintain muscle tone and flexibility. The aftereffects of death can substantially impact one's quality of life. I worked out regularly, but Tiffany was downright obsessive about it. She said she could bench-press a coffin filled with lead bricks (though why she would want to, I couldn't say).

Like many vampires, Tiffany had invested well and didn't need a regular job, but due to her intimidating physique, I kept her in mind in case I ever needed extra muscle. I'd never tried to call in a favor before, but Sheyenne was very persuasive.

Tiffany the vampire walked through the door wearing a denim work shirt and jeans. She had narrow hips, square shoulders, no waist, all muscle. She looked as if she'd been assembled from solid concrete blocks; if any foolish vampire slayer had tried to pound a stake through her heart, it would have splintered into toothpicks.

Tiffany said gruffly, "Tell me what you got, Chambeaux." When Bill emerged from the conference room, she eyed him up and down. "You're a big boy."

"I was made that way. Mr. Chambeaux said you can keep me safe."

After I explained the situation, she said, "Sure, I'll give you a place to stay. Hang out at my house for a few days until this blows over." Tiffany glanced at me, raised her eyebrows. "A few days—right, Chambeaux?"

Robin answered for me. "That should be all we need to start the legal proceedings."

Bill's clay lips rolled upward in a genuine smile now. "My people and I are indebted to you, Miss Tiffany."

"No debt involved. Actually, I could use a hand if you don't mind pitching in. I'm doing some remodeling at home, installing shelves, flooring, and a workbench in the garage, plus dark paneling and a wet bar in the basement den. I also need help setting up some heavy tools I ordered—circular saw and drill press, that kind of thing."

"I would be happy to help," Bill agreed.

"Thanks for the favor, Tiffany," I said.

The vampire gave me a brusque nod. "Don't worry, he'll be putty in my hands."

Chapter Two

Eager to shut down the illegal golem sweatshop, I went to find Officer Toby McGoohan. McGoo was my BHF, my best human friend, and our lives were closely related, but not in lockstep. Back in college, we'd both wanted to be cops, but my life didn't turn out as I had planned. After a lackluster career on the outside, I set up my private detective business in the Quarter, and I did all right for myself (my own murder notwithstanding).

McGoo stuck with his law enforcement and criminal justice training, became a police officer. And his life hadn't turned out as planned, either. He had never been a rising star. His sense of humor and lack of political correctness had gotten him transferred from a dead-end career on the outside to an even deader-end career here in the Quarter.

McGoo didn't like the assignment, but he made do. As a cop, he believed his job was to enforce the law and keep the peace. "If I was in a quiet, affluent district with a low crime rate, what would I do with myself all day long? Hang out at the doughnut shop and get fat?" Victims were victims, and scumbags were scumbags; it didn't matter that they had fangs or claws. McGoo knew he wasn't going to be promoted to a better job, regardless of how many gold stars he got on his record. He was always going to be a beat cop. So be it.

He made sure I understood the irony. "Who would have guessed it, Shamble? You were the one who dropped out of the curriculum, and you're the one who made detective!" It was a joke, but not a very funny one. Most of McGoo's jokes weren't funny.

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Unnatural Acts by Kevin J. Anderson Copyright © 2013 by WordFire, Inc.. Excerpted by permission of KENSINGTON BOOKS. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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  • Posted January 29, 2013

    Unnatural Acts is a smooth, witty adventure that follow the expl

    Unnatural Acts is a smooth, witty adventure that follow the exploits of a zombie private investigator in a city of monsters. From the ghost of William Shakespeare to an army of sweatshop golems, Dan Shamble, zombie P.I., covers some serious territory. Like the first book in the series, Death Warmed Over, this one combines enjoyable, colorful characters with fun mysteries and a heaping helping of humor. If you’re looking for something different to read, look no further.




    As a sequel, Unnatural Acts does a good job of continuing the fun of the first book. Dan Shamble encounters more crazy cases with ghosts, zombies, golems, mummies, gremlins, and demons. Through the story, he puzzles through each one with clues leading him in circles or falling into his lap. Readers are kept engaged by the mystery of each case. Yet the mystery goes hand in hand with humor, as well as building up the world itself. Here and there Kevin J. Anderson answers the bizarre question of what it would be like to live in a society full of literal storybook monsters. It’s an intriguing question that allows for a lot of fun.




    For readers who have not read Death Warmed Over, fear not, because this book covers all the basics you’ll need to know. New readers can dive into this novel without being lost as to who is who and what’s going on. Just as important, existing readers don’t need to worry about being beat over the head with a complete rehash of the previous book. There is a little recounting, but it’s kept brief and doesn’t interfere with the story. Things catch up quickly in the beginning, then kick forward as the cases start pouring in.




    Beyond the little cases that occupy Dan’s day to day activities, there’s also a larger plot that comes into play. Led by a Senator Balfour, there’s a movement to pass legislation against the unnaturals. Thankfully the plot doesn’t dive into a bunch of tiresome politics. Instead it adds a new dimension to the setting of the story. The safety of the monster society comes into jeopardy. All of the characters are suddenly put at risk. With the insertion of just one simple plot idea, the turmoil level skyrockets. You can imagine how the fun increases from here.




    In the end, Unnatural Acts is just plain fun. It’s an upbeat, enjoyable read littered with humor. The fantastical characters and scenarios keep things interesting. The story moves at a brisk pace that avoids any pockets of boredom. For such lighthearted fun, I give Unnatural Acts a solid four out of five. The book is a great way to spend a few evenings relaxing in your favorite reading chair.

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    This is for those who want a light read with humor,romance,paranormal and murder.The detective in charge is unforgettable.You will not be disappointed in this series

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  • Posted November 3, 2013

    Excellent read

    Excellent read

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 25, 2013

    Just as good as the first!!

    Could NOT put it down...

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  • Posted February 19, 2013

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    Reviewed by Alice DiNizo for Readers' Favorite Dan Chambeaux wo

    Reviewed by Alice DiNizo for Readers' Favorite

    Dan Chambeaux worked alongside Robin Deyer at their investigating company in New Orleans. And he still does, despite having been shot and killed, for Dan is a zombie. Now, he has to go to a local Big Easy funeral parlor every now and then for a refilling of his embalming fluid and a touching up of the bullet hole in his forehead. But that doesn't stop Dan, even though his zombie gait isn't as fast as his original walk. Dan can still solve mysteries with the best of them, and in this second 'Dan Shamble, P.I.series', "Unnatural Acts", he is on top of his game with his love and one time business receptionist, Sheyenne, now still beautiful but a ghostly presence since she died from poisoning. And there are problems galore for Dan to look into with his policeman friend, McGoo. Local New Orleans golems need proper jobs, Senator Balfour is sponsoring an Unnaturals Acts that goes against everyone and everything in the Unnaturals Quarter of New Orleans, Madame Neffi and her lovely vampire "ladies of the night" from the Full Moon brothel are being vandalized, the Globe theatre in one of the local cemeteries has been burned to the ground and other creepy things keep occurring. What is going on and can Dan find whoever is behind all these awful happenings?

    Kevin Anderson has created a delightful mystery series featuring zombie Dan Chambeaux and his many friends, worldly and otherwise. All the many characters in "Unnatural Acts" are thoroughly believable and interact well with each other. The dialogue is delightful and the plot flows smoothly to the story's end. Hopefully, there will be many more Dan Shamble mysteries in the offing and readers everywhere will give this a round of applause and put it at the top of their "must reads."

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 9, 2013

    Chuckle City

    More subplots in here than in a bipartisan political campaign.
    What a Ride!
    And the blowup doll sure turns out to be handy. lol

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