Snarky, inappropriate, and irreverent! BJ is thrown for a loop when her daily routine is interrupted by Hooch, himself. He's signed the bar up to participate in the annual Celtic Festival. Sure, it's for a great cause. BJ and her crew are happy to help the Fallen Officer's Family fund, but a little forewarning would have been nice. I mean, what's not to love about the Highland games? All those brawny men in their kilts out there throwing wood around. The Beavers from Polly's Cove, the Golden Cocks from Bumpass, and the mafia? Something isn't quite right. A wise-guy insurance salesman puts BJ on edge when he insists that she'll be safer once she buys his brand of insurance. Is the mafia moving to town? Ruh-roh! Trouble is just a hatchet's throw away, and it seems to have BJ's name on it. Wow, someone's about to get whacked. Quinn and Glasneck, high on the beer fumes from a signing party at a local brewery, decided to take a step away from their usual writing styles to put together a new mystery (for anyone who wants a light read and a laugh) in the style of Janet Evanovich's Stephanie Plum novels - that is if Stephanie had a younger southern cousin, who ran a bar, and had a thing for sexy police uniforms.