Publisher's Synopsis
It was the seventies and the eighties, the Florida Keys, a time of insanity. But at the time, it was the norm. People that if you didn't know any better, you would never have suspected-or believed-that they were running drugs. Prominent people. Businesspeople. Politicians and public officials. Smuggling dope was a means to an end. A lot of people did it; others turned a blind eye to it-accepted it as a way of life-including a lot of the local cops. Some people stayed with it, and it eventually got them into trouble; others only smuggled long enough to be able to afford to start or buy a business, then they turned legit. People bought charter boats, gas stations, restaurants, campgrounds, and mom and pop motels. Present-day, two Islamorada men head out for a day of fishing, but instead of fish, they land a bale of cocaine. The decision to bring home that day's catch and one of the two men's subsequent brush with his past will ultimately cost them both their lives, but not before one of them leaves a finger pointing at Keys detective Dominic Rehnquist for answers.
