"If there's one thing I hate," I said to the beautiful woman on the airplane, "it's meeting a beautiful woman on an airplane."
However, when the beautiful woman in question suddenly disappears into thin air and Kinky is left holding her hot-pink imitation-leather suitcase, it seems as if he is destined to meet the alluring Khadija Kejela again. Their fateful encounter leads to a trail of Arab terrorists, State Department officials and Israeli spies fighting their way through Kinky's Vandam Street loft in order to retrieve a cache of missing passports from the little pink suitcase.
One corpse, a lot of cat shit, a pickled finger, several shots of Jamesons and countless cigars later the mystery is solved - but not before Kinky discovers a nasty thing or two about his comely travelling companion . . .
"There is, of course, a great lesson in life here for all of us: if you even vaguely suspect that you might be abducted by ruthless Islamic terrorists, always remember to feed the cat her tuna before you go out."
