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    <![CDATA[The Way We Die Now]]>
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    <![CDATA[Look the Part. Die the Part.<br/><br/>A three-year-old murder case was coming together nicely. A killer Hoke had once put in prison has moved into the house across the street. And Hoke Moseley's daughter has blue hair. But now Hoke has to walk away from his life and pretend to be a bum. Turns out it isn't hard.<br/><br/>Hoke hands over his teeth, wallet, and gun on the hot Tamiani Trail -- the highway that connects Miami and Naples by way of the alligator-infested Everglades. Hoke's boss, Major Willie Brownley, has arranged this little undercover adventure. And what an adventure it will be.<br/><br/>In a dusty corner of South Florida, Hoke enters a world of Haitian migrant workers, soup kitchens, and forgotten whores. And in the searing heat he'll meet the man he's been sent to kill -- the most vicious beast in the land...]]>
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        <name><![CDATA[Charles Willeford]]></name>
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    <body><![CDATA[What is it about South Florida and pulp crime novels? <br/><br/>Anyway, I'd have read this one for the title alone, but then Willeford was good with titles. Also, I like Hoke Moseley as a character. But, you know, in the end, it's just pulp and while it was fine as far as that goes, it's not the bes...<a href="http://www.goodreads.com/review/show/39476001">more...</a>]]></body>
    
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