No matter where Bigby goes - from the forests outside 17th-century Salem to the seedy clubs on the Crooked Mile - he's surrounded by topless dancing women. It sounds like a fun job, until you remember he's also got a decapitated hooker on his hands. Blackmail, black magic, black market glamours, and a little black book all take their turn on the main stage in our sleaziest, uneasiest issue yet!
