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 young talented 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.

A dead artist can live forever. An undead detective may not be so lucky.