From Ellis Weiner, contributor to legendary humor publications National Lampoon and Spy as well as the New York Times, The New Yorker, and many more, comes a debut novel that's drop dead funny... For Pete Ingalls, being a P.I. means walking the streets, wearing a fedora, and solving crimes. So, far he's got the first two of those down. Not bad for a mild-mannered bookstore clerk who got hit in the head with a ruthless stack of hardcovers, only to wake up in a daze of outdated wisecracks, tough talk, and no recollection of his former life. Now, with a hard-boiled attitude and a thoroughly scrambled brain, Ingalls decides to open his own detective agency. He hires a mouthy dame as his secretary and the damsels in distress start showing up. Soon Pete's tracking down all sorts of shadowy characters-not to mention a real live dead body-with nothing to go on but a healthy dose of delusion behind his squinting eyes. And he's making a holy mess of everything...