One other thing: Vincent is a dinosaur -- a raptor, to be precise. They're still out there, lots of them. They faked their extinction and have learned how to disguise themselves in brilliantly designed latex costumes. The only way they can detect each other is through their heightened sense of scent. Vincent smells a bit like a tasty Cuban cigar.

When Vincent is called to investigate a two-bit case of arson at a Los Angeles club, he discovers something much more sinister, something that brings him back to New York, the scene of his partner's death and a dangerous nexus of dinosaur and human intermingling. Humans who discover the true identity of a dinosaur must immediately be killed. And then, there is the threat of Dressler's Syndrome, when dinosaurs actually begin to believe they're human.

Will Vincent solve the mystery of his partner's death? Will a gorgeous blonde chanteuse discover his true identity? Will he be able to conquer his addiction to basil, or will he wind up in Herbaholics Anonymous? These questions, and many more, are answered in Anonymous Rex, one of the smartest and most entertaining debuts since Neanderthal and Lives of the Monster Dogs.