Reluctant corporate investigator Greta Greenberry picks her way through a minefield of body parts in tasty hot wing buckets, crooked executives, skeevy lawyers, chucklehead rednecks, oleaginous clergy, hapless workers, gun-toting federales and piles of dead bodies (not counting the chickens) to find herself hog-tied in a freezer face-to-face with a grisly truth. Watch out Hiassen, Barry and Dorsey! Grease up the pompadour and press your black 501s because Sijin Belle, your prom queen from Hell has arrived - well actually Mississippi but that's close enough. Her debut novel does for Big Poultry what Cristopher Buckley's Thank You for Smoking did for Big Tobacco. "Another lurid addition to wacko crime and zany murder fiction, to be avoided at all costs by the serious reader." Jonathan Fanzeni "More fun than playing Beer Pong with Billy Carter." Preston Beekus "Loathe Mississippi? Well, #&*% you and the Big Chicken you rode in on!" Rep. Clyde Munger IV (Ret.), Halflitre, Mississippi