Claymore by S.E Anderson

There’s this thing about lying. Those of us who are experts at it recognize when someone else is lying, too. I’m an interrogator. It’s in my blood. You can’t hide anything from me. And me? Well, I ain’t got anything to hide. I’m simple, really. I’m Scottish. I’m gay. And I’m good with a knife. Maybe there’s a bit more to me than that, but you’ll never hear me telling the tale. But someone out there thinks they know me—thinks my past is something they can use against me. They’re dead wrong. My name is Coogan MacNeal, Codename: Claymore, and I’m about set the record straight.