Every town has its own Epstein Files.
This is Rockford’s.
A dead-end art collective.
Missing girls.
Predators protected by people who needed the parties to keep going.
A city where everyone knows everyone, and silence passes hand to hand like a lit cigarette.
In Necromancers Don’t Read Toe Tags, the monsters don’t hide in castles or graveyards.
They hide in galleries, nonprofits, basement shows, city functions, and carefully worded conversations.
The cops are tired.
The artists are compromised.
The victims are inconvenient.
And the dead keep trying to speak anyway.
Some towns bury their secrets.
Rockford fed theirs.
Necromancers Don’t Read Toe Tags
by Thomas L. Vaultonburg
