Jack Fleming was a man of many trades. When he was alive, he was a reporter with a nose for the grittiest news. Now that he's dead, he's a private eye with a thirst for justice - and blood. But being a vampire with morals is no midnight stroll on the mean streets of post-Prohibition Chicago. There's a cold wind blowing off the lake. It smells of death. And even Jack can feel its chill. For in the city of sin, the gangs still rule - and they're on the brink of an all-out war. No one - not the crooks or the cops - cares how much blood, innocent or otherwise, flows during the fight. No one - except a certain undead PI. Caught between the local hoods and the boys from New York, can Jack stop the battle before it starts? And how much of his remaining humanity will he have to give up to do so?