'It's 1938 and everyone's braving Chicago's cold streets to catch the talent at Lady Crymsyn, Jack Fleming's swank new nightclub. So what if he bankrolled it with stolen mob money? Fleming earned it, washed it clean, and turned a burned-out hellhole into a palace that's pulling in the rich and powerful - like Gordy Weems, the mob boss who's declared Lady Crymsyn neutral ground.' 'Unfortunately, the club also attracts society swells like Hurley Dugan, the brains behind a kidnapping that Jack foiled. Out on bail, Dugan's onto Jack's unnatural secret, and he's made Lady Crymsyn his favorite after-hours haunt for blackmail. And Lady Crymsyn is also the perfect nightspot for a cheap hood out of New York who wants to muscle in on prime mob territory - which means taking out Gordy, Jack, and anyone else who gets in his way.' Jack Fleming would prefer to stay out of danger - mortal or otherwise. But when the bullets fly and the blood flows, it'll become clear that the simple life of a club owner is not in the cards for a vampire with a thirst for justice.