Solicitor Duncan Hughes hates his job. His boss thinks he lacks killer instinct, he has no social life, his wife has left him, and he can't even get the Bowden Allshapes probate accounts to balance. Even so, when old friend Luke Ferris walks back into his life offering him a job he initially rejects it, mostly for the simple reason that he doesn't want to be part of Luke Ferris' gang any more. Being fired changes that, and he quickly finds that it isn't a gang, it's a pack.
An hilarious romp full of werewolves, vampires, zombies, unicorns and lawyers, this twists and turns as Duncan tries to work out such things as: why are people trying to kill him? Why do werewolves never have to pay for their own drinks? Why are unicorns such fun to chase? And why can't he get those bloody probate accounts to balance?
This is great stuff from Holt, making full use of his time as a country solicitor to recreate the full oddness of the English legal profession and push it over into the realms of the fantastic. The characters are full and believable even at their most fantastic and the plot bounces along at a decent rate. It's an odd plot, like most of Holt's, and the resolution turns out to be one of those slightly too simple ones that could be a bit unsatisfying in anyone else's hands. In Holt's, however, the thing is dealt with perfectly, with just the right emphasis on the characters to distract from that simplicity. This really is a very funny book.