Hurray! Fluff!
Light, easy, and not completely insipid.
From the back: PR man Joe Wilder didn't believe the theft of the last two blue-tongued voles on earth from a billionaire's Florida theme park. He just wrote the story. Before he could say Robbie Raccoon, he was hiding out in the Everglades with a one-eyed man and a gun toting granny in pink curlers, and ready to put the skids on the craziest crime con in the history of the state.
I think it's a parody of the hard-bitten crime novel genre... even if it's not meant to be, it was fun to read.
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