Fisherman
Jon Proctor Mol was not such an idiot, but his cousin was. So he came to Atlanta - who had made something of a specialty out of fishing cases - and asked her if she could retrieve his cousin's boat, which had been arrested. (You might think it difficult to arrest a boat, but they mastered this art of old in Chalakanesia, where the authorities have detailed protocols for arresting, interrogating and jailing boats, and even - in extreme cases - subjecting boats to judicial torture).
Thus, on an evening a few days after the revelations about Zinjanthrop, and the reappearance of Gorkindachina, Atlanta found herself closeted with Jon Proctor Mol, going over the details of his cousin's case.
Atlanta was already painfully familiar with the progress of this case, since it had been running now for a full six months. Without delving into the details, which are best left to the annals of legal pathology, let us merely note that the case had been several times complicated, the latest complication being that the cousin in question, Honda Jubus Mol, had been adjudged insane by his family doctor, and had been incarcerated in the Rebus Rokroth, the leading lunatic asylum of Islam Demaxus. The cause of his mental delinquency was an overconsumption of alcohol, ever the most destructive of drugs in Chalakanesia, since it is the legal drug of choice in those regions, just as it is in Heaven and Hell. [WoH Ch3]