Stan Prolongo just wanted new sneakers. What he got was a case involving mysterious tattoos, a peeping Tom with two left feet, and a late-night tattoo parlor where nothing is quite what it seems. In the seedy streets of Visalia, this rumpled private eye will trade shoe discounts for clues, chew through cheap pens, and discover that some crimes solve themselves. A noir mystery with small-town quirks and a detective who files his cases by movie ticket stubs.