Judas Coyne is a collector of the macabre: a cookbook for cannibals...a used hangmans noose...a snuff film. An aging death-metal rock god, his taste for the unnatural is as widely known to his legions of fans as the notorious excesses of his youth. But nothing he possesses is as unlikely or as dreadful as his latest discovery, an item for sale on the Internet, a thing so Judas Coyne is a collector of the macabre: a cookbook for cannibals...a used hangmans noose...a snuff film. An aging death-metal rock god, his taste for the unnatural is as widely known to his legions of fans as the notorious excesses of his youth. But nothing he possesses is as unlikely or as dreadful as his latest discovery, an item for sale on the Internet, a thing so terribly strange, Jude cant help but reach for his wallet. I will sell my stepfathers ghost to the highest bidder... For a thousand dollars, Jude will become the proud owner of a dead mans suit, said to be haunted by a restless spirit. He isnt afraid. he has spent a lifetime coping with ghosts--of an abusive father, of the lovers he callously abandoned, of the band-mates he betrayed. Whats one more? But what UPS delivers to his door in a black heart-shaped box is no imaginary or metaphorical ghost, no benign conversation piece. Its the real thing. And suddenly the suits previous owner is everywhere: behind the bedroom door...seated in Judes restored vintage Mustang...standing outside his window...staring out from his widescreen TV. Waiting--with a gleaming razor blade on a chain dangling from one bony hand...