Dear Reader, The guy who usually writes these letters asked me to do it instead.
Maybe he was having a bad writing day.
Maybe he wanted me to play the sap for him.
Or maybe he ran into Trouble with a capital T.
Well, Trouble's in my business.
I'm a dog.
I'm a detective.
The name's Bud Barkin.
And this book is about the case I had involving a dame named Delilah Gorbish, whom I would call Trouble with a capital T except I've used that metaphor already, and the clown named Crusty Carmady whose calling card is a teakettle that he heaves through windows.
Nice pair of birds.
The mystery deepens with another character called the Big Fish, who isn't really a fish and who's addicted to the Home Shopping Network.
Hey, I don't write 'em -- I just solve 'em.
Yours truly, Bud Barkin, P.