Persephone 'Percy' Cole joins the ranks of other gumshoes such as Sam Spade, Lew Archer, and Phillip Marlowe. This five-foot eleven, full-figured gal has the same hard-boiled, take-no-prisoners attitude, but with a difference. She's a shamus with a wicked sense of humor and the mother of an eight-year old son. Halloween, 1942, finds Percy Cole backstage during the previews of the latest Broadway production of Shakespeare's
Macbeth
. There's double, double, toil and trouble when an actor falls from an overhead catwalk and breaks his neck. Only the latest in a series of catastrophes, his death serves to further fuel the lore and superstition surrounding the Scottish play and its supernatural force since the play's creation in 1606. With a shortage of 'man' power due to the war overseas, the desperate producer takes a chance on the female PI to save the show from closing. But everyone has their secrets, from the director on down to the lowliest spear thrower. One more murder and a near death scene for Percy, and she's not sure which is worse - that someone is trying to kill her or being foisted into the role of Witch Number Two. Armed with her noodle and a WWI German Mauser, Persephone Cole will make things right, because that's what lady dicks do.