Where Miss Fortune meets Miss Chance Miss Felicity Chance’s father is missing, and her sexy PI Calford Amity thinks he’s found him. Together, they follow a trail of gold coins to Sinful, Louisiana, where a homeless guy named Bayou Bubba turns up dead with an alligator tooth in his hand and a gold coin between his teeth. Is Bubba Miss Chance’s long lost father? Or will the mystery of his disappearance suck her down into the bogs of the Bayou, and ruin her favorite purse?

Bubba Dub Dub, three crooks in a tub, and only enough scratch for two! Felicity Chance returns to Sinful looking for a message from her father. Following a trail of clues Felly hopes will help her find him, she enlists the invaluable…and distracting…aid of Swamp Team 3. Unfortunately their search is complicated by the usual things—Carter and new mayor Celia Arceneaux have made it their mission to keep a close eye on Swamp Team 3 plus 1. The team also finds itself running from the Russian Mafia as well as the local bad guys. Will Felly and the Swamp Team find her father before all the bad guys do? Or will she get bogged down by the swamp, and sucked into the muck of her father’s shady past?

Trouble carves a spot out of the Bayou and threatens to sink Swamp Team 3 plus 1 into its murky depths. Bubba―a.k.a. Felonius Chance―calls Felicity when one of the Brothers at the monastery goes missing. The monks think Brother Mike was pulled into the Bayou by Aristotle, their pet gator. But Felonius doesn’t believe Brother Mike was killed by the gator. He thinks his friend got on the wrong side of a whole different kind of predator. And he’s hoping Felly and the intrepid Cal, with the help of Swamp Team 3, can find him before he ends up feeding the fishes in the muddy waters of the Bayou. ### Ida Belle inclined her head at the diminutive mobster. “Little. How are you?” He shook a thick stack of receipts. “Business is booming, thanks to that great idea you four gave me about the Fourth of July boat show. We picked up all sorts of new clients at the thing.” He slapped the receipts into a drawer and slammed it shut, frowning. “But I have to take exception to the trauma you put poor Mannie over there through.” Little shook his head. “After dealing with you four and your micro aggressions, he’s having trouble finding his safe place.” Mannie nodded his big head, tugging on a perfectly knotted silk tie. “I ain’t been able to sleep or eat since.” We stared at the massive bodyguard like he’d lost his mind. Finally Gertie asked, “You mean the dog? That wasn’t our fault. We told you to stay at the house.” Mannie frowned, shaking his head. “Nah. I ain’t afraid o’ no dog. It was that torture you threatened me with at the house.” We exchanged a long look and then I realized what he was referring to. “You mean the bikini wax?” Mannie grimaced, one big hand sliding protectively over the threatened area. “Pullin’ hairs out o’ people’s private parts. That ain’t human.” “I’m guessing you’d drop into the fetal position over menstrual cramps then,” Fortune offered. “Or childbirth,” Gertie added, nodding. “Welcome to being a woman,” I told the big guy.