Fort Lauderdale shows its sunshine sparkle and its darker underbelly in this I-95-speed novel about two over-the-hill cops, pushing sixty, back on the job, and out on the streets pulling the midnight shift.
Aging beach bums, Duncan Moon and Jesse James Vacario, are just trying to make it to retirement, but a blithe serial killer, a society-column-respectable drug baron, along with hookers and druggies and killers, oh my, have other ideas. Welcome to South Florida during the hurricane season.
The book is funny, and it’s dangerous with short chapters and fast prose. It’s got car chases, buddy cop rapport and repartee; shots fired, and stuff blows up. Oh yeah, there’s local history woven in. Okay, you’re right, there’s even some romance.
Ride along with Moon and Jesse on their last gasp chance to make it to the finish line while dodging hit men, strippers, the DEA, a category 5 hurricane and a cast of characters directly out of “Ripley’s Believe It or Not.”
To paraphrase Dave Barry in his tongue-in-cheek ad for tourism, “Come back to South Florida. We weren’t shooting at you.”