With the body of a bulldozer and head like a wrecking ball -- let's just say you'd be ill advised to diss his mama.
Yet a big part of his job requires being invisible. Him and his size-15 alligator shoes.
As a private investigator, Tank Jones sees what isn't meant to be seen, hears what isn't meant to be heard, knows what is supposed to be secret. He's pretty sure, for example, that a client's boyfriend who ducked out the door at 5:30 for an early-morning run didn't mean to be videotaped indulging in a little side-dish activity on top of a picnic table in Elderberry Park.
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