Your name is Lowenstein. You’re a P.I. who happens to be a duck; and finding gumshoes to fit isn’t your only problem. Sure, you have your human partner, Stu, for the basic ice-breaking, but the gimpy ex-fortune-cookie-writer is not especially prepossessing, and whoever murdered the girl you were hired to locate is much bigger and better connected than you both. Fortunately, however, you seem to collect allies as though you were covered with Velcro ; and by the time their numbers include two homicide sheriffs, one protean Uberisto, , a phone-sex worker, an ex-burlesque queen, an overweight bail bondsman, and an Amazonian parrot who runs her own Darknet, the oldest, richest and most evil family in Los Angeles might have met its match.