It's 1920, and perennial 25th man Mickey Rawlings has found a spot on the Detroit roster with a .250 average and 20 stolen bases. Respectable numbers for a utility infielder. Unfortunately, that doesn't exempt him from being put in a lineup for murder, even if he's playing toss with the tempestuous talents of Ty Cobb. Mickey admits he was at a player's union rally in Fraternity Hall, but he insists he had nothing to do with the bullet that shot organizer Emmett Siever. It turns out convincing his teammates and the front office of his innocence is about as easy as selling a slide into second to a blind ump. Before Mickey's journeyman career takes one last wrong turn--into a grave--he needs to find the real killer to keep the ball in play and maybe contribute to the Tigers climbing out of last place in the standings.
