The Fog of Manhattan

the phoenix mob rises from every fire sent to burn them down.
but no one warned them about the ice.

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Detective Jakobsson, the Icelander on the NYPD, has built the lie for four years, brick by patient brick. The streets know him as Ari, the artifact specialist of Mulberry Street. Then a mob soldier named Vinny sits down at his counter, taking the bait he thinks is his own idea, and invites him to join the phoenix men.

In a New York where enchantment taxes bleed shopkeepers dry and vampiric mobsters broker power with dukes and Wall Street alike, the five phoenix families run the rackets the law cannot touch. To bring them down, the NYPD needs Thorar on the inside. As Vinny pulls him deeper into the family—the debts, the sit-downs, the slow upward climb toward the men who pull the strings—he realizes there is more at risk than just his life.

Because every rung up the ladder is paid for in someone else's ruin, and every month undercover is another month stolen from the wife who sleeps with a gun under her pillow and the daughter who has stopped asking when he is coming home. And with a single slip of the tongue and Thorar disappears. No conversation about it.

Because in this world of arcane criminals, there is always something deeper at play. And Thorar is not the only one who has plans...