Used. Paperback. When a casual mid-air flirtation strands our favorite cigar-smoking sleuth in a high-flying terrorist plot armed with nothing more than a bright pink cosmetic bag, Kinky Friedman proves that altitude sickness has nothing on international intrigue. This New York private eye mystery trades the usual gritty gloom for razor-sharp wit, delivering a buoyant balancing act of suspense and absurdity. You will fly right through Kinky's caper, though you might want to check your carry-on luggage twice before your next flight.