Two other murders haunt Robicheaux: both of prostitutes, beaten to death by a man wearing leather gloves to protect his fists. "This is Louisiana, Dave," remarks Clete Purcel. "Guatemala North. Quit pretending it's the United States." Clete, Robicheaux's closest friend, looks like an albino ape wearing a very small porkpie hat; his arrival in any situation has, Robicheaux comments, the effect of a junkyard falling downstairs. Once a policeman, then a PI, he's now reduced to hunting bail skips for Nig Rosewater and Wee Willie Bimstine.