Toby Peters looked at the glossy photograph. Yes, that was Errol Flynn in the picture. And, yes, there was a girl with him…a very young girl. They were both birthday naked, and seemed to be enjoying themselves. No wonder Flynn and Warner Brothers were nervous.

Toby found the picture where he was supposed to find it. He wasn’t planning to get hit on the head, though, or to find a corpse when he awoke. The first in a series of corpses, scattered all over Hollywood.

The trail Toby follows in order to clear Flynn–and himself–takes him throughout the film colony and, finally, onto the set of The Maltese Falcon, where Bogie, Lorre, and Greenstreet find themselves playing roles that weren’t rehearsed–but whose execution must be picture perfect.