A Chill in the Blood

Another action packed installment of the Vampire Files. I'm not really into the romance part of this series, so I liked the fact that there was very little focus on Jack's girlfriend.

Synopsis: Jack has survived yet another near miss with death, but is caught between two warring mobs. He is being assisted by Escott, who is the worse for wear, and another mob leader. All Jack wants to do is get the mob bosses to leave them alone and to resume his life with Bobbie. Escott thinks that an FBI man he knows will help them out of trouble, but this backfires.
Review: I'm waiting for the story to 'get on with it' and a bit tired of all the gang involvement.

Booklist Review: Premises don't get too much odder than this: in 1930s Chicago, Jack Fleming, ace reporter, meets a beautiful woman, gets killed, and becomes the world's first vampire private eye. Elrod calls her novels about Fleming (this is the seventh) "The Vampire Files," a title apparently designed to remind readers of The Rockford Files. It's a good comparison, too: like TV's Jim Rockford, Jack Fleming spends a great deal of his time fast-talking bad guys, hanging out with beautiful women, running around, and getting beat up. (He also makes himself invisible, passes through solid walls, and drinks blood.)This novel is pretty much self-contained as Elrod provides just enough background to bring newcomers up to date without slowing show more down the action. The story shifts easily between comedy and mystery, and Elrod's treatment of the practical aspects of vampirism (Fleming is claustrophobic, which makes sleeping in enclosed places, like coffins, something of an ordeal) is clever and refreshing. An excellent installment in a fine series. ((Reviewed May 15, 1998)) -- David Pitt

From Publishers Weekly
Brisk and bloody action paces this slick new case in Elrod's Vampire Files, which picks up where the series left off with Blood on the Water (1992). Conscientious PI Jack Fleming, who's a vampire, still prowls the mean streets of Depression-era Chicago, putting the bite on crooks and reflecting wryly on his divided nature ("Sure I was a vampire, but like everyone else on the planet I'm still only human"). Although one of the undead, he's the least cold-blooded character in this hard-boiled shoot-em-up laced with larceny and murder. From the moment he's fished off the bottom of Lake Michigan in the opening pages, he finds himself a pawn in a brutal turf war waged by mob moll Angela Paco and a rival from New York eager to usurp her control of the Hydra syndicate. Jack's efforts to contain the combat and save the skin of a bookkeeper caught in the crossfire are complicated by the intrusion of Merrill Adkins, a federal crimebuster as vicious as the hoods he hunts. And when $700,000 secretly skimmed from the Hydra coffers becomes part of the spoils, even he can't keep track of the double-crosses and betrayals. Elrod excels at creating sticky situations that test Jack's resolve to limit displays of his vampire powers to hypnotism and invisibility, and she finds room in the busy narrative to accommodate the involvement of debonair sidekick Charles Escott, alcoholic sawbones Doc Clarson and other series regulars. Echoes of Hammett and Chandler abound, but the novel succeeds in its own right as an entertaining exercise in supernatural noir.
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