After signing away his soul for fame, wealth, and women, an accountant for the mob goes missing, and a sexy demon hires private eye Mark Cain to find him.
Here's how it begins:
The statuesque redhead pushed into my office without knocking and I looked up from the newspaper I had spread across my desk. I’m usually a breast man but the redhead’s backside caught my attention first.
“Nice tail,” I said.
She flicked it once. Then she dropped an eight-by-ten glossy on my desk.
“We had a contract,” she explained. “He skipped.”