Gatsby's Vineyard

You might have heard of THE GREAT GATSBY, F. Scott Fitzgerald’s homage to a man with money and an impossible dream. The problem with that kind of dream is that it often ends up killing you. Sandra, an old friend of mine, had a gift for nourishment. In Napa Valley’s lush wine country, she put me together after Fiora and I split the first time. I owed Sandra for her simple, life-giving generosity. When trouble came knocking at her door years later, I was just the man to open it. But Fiora was dreaming her fey Scots dreams of danger and death. She wouldn’t let me go without her. If I had known what I was getting into, I never would have let her come with me to Napa Valley, where wine and blood ripened in the sunshine... "One of the most interesting and engaging private eyes since Robert Parker's Spenser." --Advertising Age "Maxwell's style is sexy and hard-hitting." --Publisher's Weekly