"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.

Over the years, San Francisco's Private Investigator with an eye into the World of the Weird, caps intentional, Tony Mandolin has tackled vampires, demons, dragons, pixies, and various members of the world of the fae, and assorted things beyond description. All of them had one goal, the death of a certain PI. Most of Tony's cases occupy a set of volumes, twelve of them, with more to come. However, a few of those cases were brief enough, pun intended, to fit into a shorter narrative. This collection holds the best of them. Enjoy with a pint of Anchor's best and one of Bunty's dogs.

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.

San Francisco’s only PI with an eye into the supernatural is having one of those months. His bad move drives him to his local pub where he encounters his latest client, a Leprechaun who’s lost his adopted niece, a runaway Dryad, and that’s where the problems begin. In attempting to find a way to earn his paycheck, Tony is approached by Willit, the head of the Bay Area’s tribe of pixies. Someone or something has made off with the pixie’s treasure and they want Tony to be the one to bring it back. Some days it pours and when Landau Bain, the city’s crankiest wizard arrives on Tony’s doorstep he knows what’s coming down isn’t rain.

Who is making the crop circles? The enormous geometric designs have appeared in fields around the world for over thirty years. Novelist Risa McKensie plans to write about the fantastic works of art. When her intent becomes known, she receives an anonymous warning to drop the project. She can't imagine why. Because a fiction book might become a bestseller and draw attention to the circle phenomena? Who would care? Clearly, when the warnings multiply, more than one group. Risa meets a group of intellectual Artists who claim they make the formations using mental energy. Despite the escalation of the threats, she discounts the Artists' advice that The Meridians—a powerful consortium that thrives on war and chaos—are the ones she should most fear. Why would a novel about crop circles concern them?

Someone is messing around with luck, and in a city with some of the largest underground gambling mobs in the world, it isn't long before Tony finds himself neck deep in Cartels, Triads and Russians, oh my. Soon our hero winds up in a card game where the loser gives up a whole lot more than just his chips.

Does a clone share a soul? That's a question Tony has to figure out when he is suddenly confronted with reports of his partner Frankie committing violent crimes all over the city. Someone is making Frankie copies, and it may take a literal trip to hell for a slightly worn PI to figure out who.

So, why is Santa having his elves pound the dickens out of Tony Mandolin? And why are all the heads of the Bay Area's Organized Crime Families asking Police Captain Monahan to have Tony deal with an interloper who is taking their empires down one by one? Someone or something is messing around with the spirit of Christmas, and Tony Mandolin, San Francisco's Private Eye for the weird has been chosen to solve the problem. Ho, ho, frickin' ho.

Tony Mandolin, San Francisco's PI to the weird, gets dragged into a fairy tale, literally. He finds out that much of the Grimm dimension has been a-hem, sanitized for the masses. Snow White is more like soiled snow and the dwarves can't stop smiling. Red Riding Hood is a PI and guess who her assistant is? Then there is this one-word question nobody wants asked, but when Monahan, Frankie, Greystoke and Alcina, Tony's ex-girlfriend get dropped into the party things go beyond weird and a big stinking pile of cliché hits the fan.

Over the past several years, Tony Mandolin has had dealings with the Devil, old slew foot himself. During those times the guy with the red skin and horns has wound up on the losing end, but in their last encounter the Devil lost one of his lieutenants, permanently and now he is pissed, to say the least. Tony had been dropped into the fairy tale world by someone Lucifer would prefer you not mention, and while there, San Francisco’s only PI of the weird managed to thoroughly mess up a scheme that had been millennia in the making, so now, even if it gets him a shortcut to the pit of fire, the Devil wants his pound of flesh, plus about another 200. And then there’s this giant walking, talking Teddy Bear…

Over the past decade, Tony Mandolin, Fog City's top Private Eye has had his share of the weird and horrifying. If asked, he would say his life has been a stumble from one cliche to the next, but none of that prepared him for what was coming down the tracks. What does a world-weaxry PI do when his client is a centuries-old witch?