Manhattan’s vampire ecosystem is fragile, with too many bloodsuckers feeding on the same supply. So undead strong-arm Joe Pitt heads to the outer boroughs to keep an Orthodox danger at bay. (Yes, Jewish vamps. Yarmulkes and all.)
Some bloke gets decapitated and, for good measure, chopped to bits.
Charlie Huston and his tenacious hero still have bite: Half the Blood in Brooklyn is just as gutter-level smart as its forebears.