When ex-New York City cop and personal trainer Jack Vaughn learns that his old friend and colleague Cal Belkin is missing and that Cal’s vintage Cadillac has just been pulled out of a South Florida canal, he suspects foul play. When he learns that Cal’s house is suddenly up for sale, that someone is siphoning money from Cal’s healthy bank account, and that Cal’s gym has been appropriated by a former corrupt cop and a gang of Russian cock-diesels given to ‘roid rage, savage beatings, and gun play, he’s sure of it. The Russians operate their criminal organization out the eponymous gentlemen’s club in Hallandale. Vaughn’s pursuit of the thugs, pitiless dogs that they are, and his frantic hope of finding Cal alive will lead him from the glitz of South Beach to the gloom of the Everglades, from the cozy Club Deuce to a harrowing psychiatric facility, from cold beer to Clozapine cocktails. And just when you think things can’t get any worse, they get worse. They get terrifying.
Written in the classic noir tradition of Raymond Chandler's The Big Sleep, Straits of Fortune is a fast-paced and sometimes deadly adventure set in America's sexiest city. Ex-cop Jack Vaughn, the best thing to happen to crime fiction since Chandler's Philip Marlowe hung up his holster, moved from the gritty streets of New York to Miami to work as a personal trainer. The sun, sand, and tanned bodies of Miami are a welcome distraction from the haunting memory of another cop's death in New York. But when he becomes involved with millionaire businessman Colonel Patterson, he realizes his newfound peace is short-lived. The Colonel offers Jack a hundred grand to do a seemingly simple favor. But getting involved with the Colonel also means getting involved with his daughter, the exotic wild child Vivian, who once broke Jack's heart. Jack had sworn to forget her, but this memorable cast of characters lures him back into their double-dealing circle. The deeper he gets, the more Jack finds himself entangled in an ever-expanding web of lies, lust, and violence. A dark, hard-boiled look at the dangerous underbelly of glamorous Miami, Straits of Fortune is an unforgettable debut novel.
When ex-New York City cop and personal trainer Jack Vaughn learns that his old friend and colleague Cal Belkin is missing and that Cal’s vintage Cadillac has just been pulled out of a South Florida canal, he suspects foul play. When he learns that Cal’s house is suddenly up for sale, that someone is siphoning money from Cal’s healthy bank account, and that Cal’s gym has been appropriated by a former corrupt cop and a gang of Russian cock-diesels given to ‘roid rage, savage beatings, and gun play, he’s sure of it. The Russians operate their criminal organization out the eponymous gentlemen’s club in Hallandale. Vaughn’s pursuit of the thugs, pitiless dogs that they are, and his frantic hope of finding Cal alive will lead him from the glitz of South Beach to the gloom of the Everglades, from the cozy Club Deuce to a harrowing psychiatric facility, from cold beer to Clozapine cocktails. And just when you think things can’t get any worse, they get worse. They get terrifying.
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