When Mushie, the popular street hustler of counterfeit watches, sneakers, and kitchen gadgets, comes in to Duffy's bar bleeding from a gunshot wound to the stomach, Duffy and the gang are baffled. Everyone loved Mush, who didn't have a mean bone in his body. Sure, he operated on the edges of what's considered proper society, but, hey, so did a lot of Duffy's friends.

For Duffy, it's different. Mush was Hymie's, Duff's father-like mentor, grandson and Duff had promised to keep an eye out for him. Now it meant right Mushie's wrong after his death.

Duffy's journey takes him inside the slimy world of counterfeit sales and into the dark place that funds terrorism. Could it be that that Mush drifted into something bigger than he could handle and was trying to attack it himself, or was his execution meant to send a message?

International terror, anti-Semitism, Christian extremism, and its workings, are all there for Duffy, who just can't mind his own business.

You see, he promised Hymie.