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.

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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.