San Francisco has a new iconic private detective for the times, a complex character you will come to care deeply about. His name's Francesco Ferrari. A former Franciscan seminarian-turned-shamus, he drives a Ferrari California T sports car, packs a .357 magnum and operates out of a flat in the historic Buena Vista Caf on the city's northern waterfront. And he covers only those cases affecting the city he loves-his namesake City of Saint Francis. In his debut novel, Francesco Ferrari Navigates Fisherman's Wharf, the theme is ethnic cleansing. Something's ominously amiss in Ferrari's own neighborhood of Fisherman's Wharf, where some outlandish and deadly things are happening. Someone's out to make over the wharf for the Italians again-and by any means necessary. The Port of San Francisco's being terrorized and a new organized crime family in the city, bossed by a stunning femme fatale, could be the sinister culprit responsible. After the dead body of a former lover is fished out of San Francisco Bay, Francesco Ferrari is sucked into a case so strange-involving even sunken treasures, killer pirates, an imposing Italian villain, and a death struggle on San Francisco Bay in sight of the Golden Gate Bridge-the festive Fisherman's Wharf of the tourist-and-travel brochures will never seem the same again. Working with a musical backdrop of melancholy Irving Berlin and Johnny Mercer songs, Francesco Ferrari is destined to become a true San Francisco classic