Michele Antigone Knight, known to her friends as Micky, was born in the bayou country outside of New Orleans, Louisiana. She had a rough childhood, her mother was a teenager who hadn’t chosen to be pregnant and had little choice but to marry the man Micky considers her father, a man much older than her mother. But her mother wasn’t content to remain in the bayous married to a man she didn’t love and left when Micky was around five. When she was ten, her father was killed in a car accident and Micky was taken in by an Aunt and Uncle living in the suburbs of New Orleans. It wasn’t a happy arrangement, the wild bayou child in this prim, proper family, and when she was eighteen, Micky left. With the help of a scholarship and some kind people, she went to college in New York City, the place that she knew her mother had moved to. But she never found her mother and after college came back to New Orleans.

She drifted around for a while, drinking too much, not able to find a job or career that really appealed to her. An out of the closet lesbian, Micky slept around a lot, but never really connected with anyone.

One job she ended up in was as a security guard for a warehouse. Her boss did some private detective work on the side and asked Micky to help him out several times. As they worked well together, he asked Micky to join him when he started his own agency. But he eventually wanted their relationship to be more than just professional, and Micky decided that it was time to move on.

And so the M. Knight Detective Agency was born.