Bad Monkey (Andrew Yancy, 1)

by Carl Hiaasen

The captain dragged on a cigarette and turned back to the wheel. “Another fucking day in paradise,” he said.

me asf

Yancy knew the sheriff was sending the arm to Miami because Miami was the floating-human-body-parts capital of America.

“What do you think of the wine?” “Yeasty,” said Yancy, “yet playful.”

Dr. Clifford Witt had uncovered a series of credit card charges made by the suspect under the alias of Bonnie Witt and posted on a Visa account to which Dr. Witt had access (online password: nookyluv2).

If she showed up on my doorstep tomorrow I’d take her back in a heartbeat, and no man alive would blame me. I’d go through the fires of Hell and follow her anywhere, except back to Tulsa because I am seriously done with the Olive Garden.

touching

“Oh yes, torching a stranger’s house. Hallmark should do a valentine.”