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The second in the Darby Holland Crime Novelseries of humorous noir novels set in Portland, Oregon's seedy side, featuring resourceful Darby Holland, owner of the tattoo parlor called The Lucky Supreme, and his brilliant and slightly mad side kick—the twiggy, vinyl clad tattoo artist, Delia.
Time is up in Old Town. As the pace of gentrification reaches frenzy in Portland, Oregon, Darby Holland’s beloved tattoo parlor, Lucky Supreme, is destroyed by a bomb that ripped through an entire city block. Only a warning call from his favorite prostitute saved his life. Developers have been like wolves at the door of D’mitri (the drunken landlord) for the past few years, but this is different. With nothing to lose, Darby goes on a rampage to discover the bomber and the developer who set everything in motion.
Along the way falls under FBI suspicion, messes with dangerous pimps and drug lords, gets his face permanently rearranged. At what is undoubtedly the lowest point in his adult life, Darby meets the woman of his dreams. Long, lanky, smart, and a foot taller than him, Suzanne is a woman of enormous appetite. Darby has finally met his match in bed and at the dinner table. But Suzanne, for all her strength and wisdom, can’t save Darby from his enemies. Fortunately, Delia (Darby’s tiny vinyl clad sidekick) and her punk-rock boyfriend’s band can. They and a ragtag team of Lucky Supreme faithfuls organize a positively outrageous caper in crime fiction, making full use of an Armenian smuggling operation, to pave the way for justice and the resurrection of the Lucky Supreme.