I'm a vampire, not an artist, but I know what I like.

And I don't like murder:

So when the career of a talented young artist is fatally cut short, I know I won't sleep easy in my coffin until I find the killer: But the world of high art--with its big money, bigger egos, and expensive forgeries--makes even bloodsucking seem simple. And safer.

Dead artists can live forever: An undead detective may not be so lucky...