This had a promising premise--since 1866, the President has had the help of a vampire, bound by a voodoo oath administered by Marie Laveau, to protect the US from strange forces. I can live with that, especially since it lets Andrew Johnson do something right. But the execution is fatally flawed--the author is more interested in the mechanics of a 2012 Presidential campaign in the midwest than the standard-issue supernatural serial killer (literal Bogeyman) villain, and the vampire hero is so taciturn and inured to human interaction that you miss the whole fun point of having a 200 year old character in the first place--to make historical comparisons. I realize I am coming in on the thrid book of a series, but now I probably won't go find the other two. Too bad, but maybe Farnsworth should just write a regular political thriller next time.