Mickey Malloy ain’t perfect, but he never claimed he was. Now he finds himself in something of a pickle. He joined up with the OCUO in a real hurry, what with the price on his and Marge’s heads. But he still had unfinished P.I. business: time’s come to close up shop. Paperwork, mostly, and drinking with the old barflies who hadn’t realized he’d left. So when an Irish mercenary, a dog the size of a pony, and an alcoholic monkey come knocking, what else could it be but the start of an incredible pain in his rear?