They Told Me To Shut Up. So I Wrote a Book About It.

I have come to believe the horrors revealed in the Epstein files occur in every city. All that is different is the level of depravity those who aren't wealthy are able to afford, but the mechanism of predation, enablement, and cover up remain the same.

I witnessed that here in my hometown of Rockford, Illinois.

They told me to shut up.

So I wrote a book about it.

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In a city where reputations matter more than truth, the dead are often easier to manage than the living.

When private investigator Elias Mort and crisis analyst Janelle Montclaire begin tracing a chain of disappearances, sealed records, and quietly ruined lives, they uncover something far more dangerous than a single crime. Beneath the polished surface of institutions, charities, art circles, and old money networks lies a machinery built not to protect the innocent—but to protect itself.

The deeper they dig, the stranger the city becomes. Files vanish. Witnesses recant. Buildings seem to remember what happened inside them. Rumors move through back rooms like ghost stories no one wants spoken aloud. And somewhere in the dark, something ancient feeds on silence, secrecy, and the human instinct to look away.

Blending hard-boiled noir with cosmic horror, Necromancers Don’t Read Toe Tags is a story about corruption, memory, and the price of naming what powerful people want buried. It asks a simple question:

What if the real monsters were never hiding at all?

Perfect for readers of The King in Yellow, The City & the City, and True Detective—a bleak, atmospheric descent into institutional horror where every revelation comes with a cost.