Nothing is as it seems…
Vampires don't exist, do they? That's a question Private Detective Tony Mandolin ponders as the evidence piles up pointing out that they might exist, 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 that the cops think he's lower than the slime in the sewers. Not to mention, one of them is out to kill him... Ahh, just another day in San Francisco.