'The name's Dilbert Pinkerton: mutant armadillo, private detective. I dig for the truth.' The truth was, Dill had collared his first murder mystery since moving to Nevermore Bay and it was a doozy. The victim was found impaled on a flag pole nearly thirty stories high, innards spilling all out in the open like they decided to take a vacation from his body. Although the police called the strangest detective to ever wear a shell and fedora in to consult, the powers-that-be weren't fond of having him around. Neither was the star witness in the case. Lily Pad - TV actress and mutant frog - lived across the street from where the body was found, her apartment window lining up in perfect view of the dead guy. Almost like the murderer wanted to make sure Lily saw it when she'd open the curtains in the morning, drinking her morning java. Being the seasoned hard boiled detective he is, Dill is sure the actress is hiding something, that she is connected closer to this case than she lets on. Worse, anti-homoanthro sentiment is already pretty strong, what with Dill making a splash in the city the way he did. To solve the case, Dill takes every risk to get close to Lily, not only to find a killer, but to keep her safe until all this comes to a head. Before she loses hers.