1932, and it’s business as usual in the Windy City. Yeah, the economy’s so low it’s looking up at Hell; Capone’s gone up the river; and anyone who knows anything says Prohibition ain’t long for this world. And still the Mob’s big and bad as ever, still got their fingers in every last one of Chicago’s nooks and crannies. You wanna get by in this city? You keep your head down and your trap shut, and you don’t make waves.
Especially when you got the kinda secrets I do.
So yeah, I give the trouble boys a wide berth. I sure as hell don’t ever work for them!
Except when I do. Except when some made guy’s moll tells me her daughter’s been missing for sixteen years, and they’ve been raising a good old-fashioned changeling in her place. Then, my better instincts aside, I start getting interested.
Me? I’m a P.I. Of course I am. Ain’t all these stories about a P.I? But I’m not your typical P.I.
The name’s Mick Oberon, or at least it is now. Yeah, like in that Oberon; third cousin on my mother’s side. I’m here in Chicago mostly because I’m in exile from the Seelie Court.
And like most of you have probably already figured, I’m not human.
Uncover the occult mysteries and deepest secrets of gangland Chicago, from the underworld to the Otherworld. Hot Lead, Cold Iron, by Ari Marmell, coming spring 2014 from Titan Books.