Even though it stars a tried-and-true trope of the alcoholic cop on suspension, or maybe he was fired? I forget. He was drunk, ran a stop sign, ploughed into an older black woman, destroying her car, but fortunately she only suffered a leg injury.
In one of his evenings along with the bottle, he wanders into the surrounding woods and finds himself at the old boogie house, a negro juke from the sixties, now abandoned and decaying. He hears music, blues and laughter and people having fun. He goes gingerly to the building, steps in, the halluciation stops, and he sees the beaten and tortured body of a young black man, dead a few days, in a corner.
He of course calls the police and reports it, and it turns out to be the son of the woman he T-boned. She visits him to tell him she will speak in his favor at the court hearing for his dui, and asks him to find the killer of her son.
We meet a mojo man, more spirit apparitions, more ethereal blues music, and a desperate wannabe senator who will do anything to keep his run for congress from collapsing.
Great mystery, just enough paranormal to be interesting without being too woo woo and not credible, just enough sad history of his own, which all twines around this current situation, and just enough likability of our trope-bound protagonist to make it a really interesting and fun read.
There are two more volumes to this series.