Besides his bein' kinda crazy, they called him the Smoking Loon 'cause he was so dam' efficient, Jake began, stubbing out his cigar. He'd take care of business and get in and out before anybody'd see him comin', leavin' no trace 'cept the lingerin' sound of his eerie, loon-like cackle. No one was really sure who he was or who he worked for, but when word went out someone needed his services, the Smoking Loon just appeared on their doorstep, like outta thin air or somethin'. 13.5% Alc. by vol.