I'm a vampire, not an artist, but I know what I like. And I don't like murder: So when the career of a talented young artist is fatally cut short, I know I won't sleep easy in my coffin until I find the killer: But the world of high art—with its big money, bigger egos, and expensive forgeries—makes even bloodsucking seem simple. And safer. Dead artists can live forever: An undead detective may not be so lucky...