Until Harry Broll crawled out of the blue, waving a gun and accusing McGee of spiriting away his wife. Travis was blissfully contemplating the well-rounded bikini-clad jobs of life abroad The Busted Flush.
As always, Travis McGee is amazing
Series: Travis McGee Series, #12
When real estate developer harry Broll shows up at the Blusted Flush convinced that McGee is hiding his missing wife, Travis is nonplussed. Soon he's nearly nonplused, as Broll gets off several shots before McGee can wrestle his gun away. Broll goes away empty-handed, leaving a worried Travis to wonder about his friend her in three years. And it isn't like Mary to keep her troubles to herself--if she's alive to tell them....
#12 in Travis McGee series. As always, a good read.
An interesting book by another underrated, lost, and almost forgotten novelist. This one is murder mystery in the vein of Mary Roberts Rinehart, Dorothy L. Sayers, Dashiell Hammett, and Raymond Chandler. One of the Travis McGee novels all titled to include a hue from the color spectrum. McGee, something other than a professional detective, has the qualities of a Sam Spade, or Philip Marlowe, bedding down the best of the dames (although not all of themhe does pass on some), but always with a more polished prose. The author, always the sociological sexologist, is up to tune. Not a shabby read for a quiet evening or two.