Frank May practices law, but not the glamorous kind. His bread and butter is the sedate sort–writing wills and handling estates. Or more to the point, handling heirs. Even so, where there's a will there's a death. Try as he might, Frank just can't avoid some of the more unsavory sides of human existence. And of heirs. There's more than one unsavory side to the family Mobius, and Frank has front row seats to watch the quirks and squabbles of the various Mobiuses, after two older family members die. One, at least, was murdered in his squalid San Francisco apartment, while sitting on a family fortune that appears to be left to a fringe foundation connected to the victim's bizarre neighbor. Did she kill the old miser, or was it one of the loving children? Or perhaps the old man's arrogant attorney … or a pregnant woman who dropped in from Australia? Frank would prefer not to ask himself such unsettling questions–this is not the bland practice he signed up for. But the questions hold the key to unraveling the massive Mobius estate. And Frank is kneed-deep in Mobius ravel.