"Seems impossible, but ack JTaylor is sober - off booze,
pills, powder, and nearly off cigarettes, too. The main
reason he's been able to keep clean: his dealer's in jail,
which leaves Jack without a source. When that dealer calls
him to Dublin and asks a favor in the soiled, sordid
visiting room of Mountjoy Prison, Jack wants to tell him
to take a flying leap. But he doesn't, can't, because the
dealer's sister is dead, and the guards have called
it "death by misadventure."" "The dealer knows that can't
be true and begs Jack to have a look, check around, see
what he can find out. It's exactly what Jack does, with
varying levels of success, to make a living. But he's
reluctant, maybe because of who's asking or maybe because
of the bad feeling growing in his gut." Never one to give
in to bad feelings or common sense, Jack agrees to the
favor, though he can't possibly know the shocking, deadly
consequences he has set in motion.