"I have a new hero, Tony Mandolin, Private Eye Supreme. This story has it all, a good detective story, a mystery to solve, a little fantasy and good clean fun." ~ Paul J. for Readers Favorite Tony Mandolin is a private eye living and working in modern day San Francisco, California. When Mandolin takes on a case that mixes him up into the affairs of mob bosses, bureaucrats, pixies and aristocratic vampires, life as he knows it radically changes...and the City by the Bay will never be the same. Nothing is at it seems... Vampires don't exist, do they? That's a question Private Detective Tony Mandolin finds himself pondering as the evidence piles up pointing to just that in a case involving a string of dead redheads and the usual dose of weirdness San Francisco has to offer. To complicate things, Mandolin doesn't appreciate the perception of those around him that he's become the latest golden boy of Fog City's crime boss. And then there is his NFL-sized black cross-dressing friend Frankie... Ahh, just another day in San Francisco.

Who's poisoning San Francisco's foodies? Tony Mandolin, Fog City's only private eye with a view into the supernatural, has been retained to find out why gourmands are turning up dead all around the city. Unfortunately, this brings him to the attention of Medb, the Queen of the Unseelie Court. Tony's only hope of survival against the powerful fairy lies in the hands of an alcoholic wizard whose only mood-setting is cranky. So what happens if you happen to become the target of a witch working for the evil queen of the Sidhe? Well, if you're Tony Mandolin, a slightly worn out private eye living and working in San Francisco, you try to find out why and then you proceed to kick some fairy butt. Of course, if you also happen to be said private eye, you get your own butt kicked in the process.