"Steve Flint was a crusading private detective--no crime was too small or too big for him to take on, and the criminal underworld quaked in fear at the very mention of his name. But when FBI Director J. Edgar Hoover asked Flint to investigate the Mafia's connections to sabotage in the race to the moon the crusading detective took on more than he expected and was murdered by the mob."

This is pretty funny actually. Hoover stayed as far away from the Mob as possible, preferring to investigate black people, college students, and fourth level bureauocrats who may have accidentally dated the daughter of a communist once. I guess that's why they call it fiction.