I don't know anything about Munster ...

Except that when a good-looking dame turns up in the office of a washed-up baker turned private investi - er, preacher, it can only spell one thing. And that one thing is trouble.

Jan Mattys was one guy who had seen trouble spelled out in front of him many times. This particular trouble was tall and blonde and didn't belong in a joint like this. He knew where it was all going to lead: another battle with the bishops. And when you come up against the bishops, it's all you can do to break even. No bishop ever dealt a fair hand. And Jan Mattys had never picked one up.

But if there were two things Jan Mattys couldn't resist they were a scrap with the bishops and baptising another case of blonde trouble. And puff pastries. With a shot of bourbon ...