Will Service, a mild mannered fly fishing guide, is living the Keys lifestyle. When he finds his favorite flat is in jeopardy, and the secret it holds lethal, he soon realizes he is the only one that can make a difference. Together with the son of his nemesis and a beautiful local woman, he sets out to save the Key. The stakes are raised when a twisted mob boss and a crooked realtor will stop at nothing to hide their secret and protect their development.
Genre: FICTION / Action & Adventure
Bonefish Blues had sold over 12,000 copies and has topped several categories as a best-seller
Joey Pagliano opened the trunk and pulled the body onto the gravel driveway.
“That’s the third one this month,” Eli Braken said as he puffed furiously on his cigar to cover the smell of the bloated body. “We can’t keep dumping your trash out there.”
Pagliano ignored him and went to the storage room. “Did you get the ice like I asked or are you just going to stand there and preach?” He emerged with a large canvas bag used to preserve tournament fish.
Braken opened the trunk of the Cadillac and removed two bags of ice and set them next to the body. “Just saying. We have plans for that island. You keep bringing bodies down here and someone finds out it could blow the whole deal.”
Pagliano tried to control his temper. Dumping bodies in Miami had gotten tricky. In the past he had taken his victims out to the Everglades but the once deserted swamp had turned into an eco-tourist park in the last few years. Cement shoes had gone out of vogue as well with South Beach’s resurgence. You couldn’t get out one of the cuts leading to the Atlantic without a tourist training their binoculars on you. Even the backwaters of Homestead were constantly patrolled by Fish and Game officers.
The Gulf side of the Keys was too vast to patrol and tourists rarely ventured onto the unmarked shoal ridden shallows. Flamingo Key was the best option whether Braken liked it or not. The deserted island with it’s abandoned septic tanks was the perfect dumping spot.
“Cody’s out on a charter. We won’t be able to dump it until tomorrow.”
“Just shut up and help me,” Pagliano said as he dragged the body toward the bag. Braken reluctantly came over to help stuff the body in. They added ice and lifted it back into the trunk. “It’s not like he’s not dead already.”
