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Dan Shaw hopes to be a lawyer someday—if he can only stay out of prison long enough to pass the bar. Neither is likely when he agrees to help hotshot Florida attorney Thomas Petrie track down a slick con man who’s swindled a consortium of well-to-do Paradise Key clients out of $22 million. But the charismatic Victor Trebuchet and his sexy partner in crime are a lot more dangerous than anyone imagined. And the silken counter-sting set up in an Italian villa to snare the couple may end up trapping Shaw instead. ...
Dan Shaw hopes to be a lawyer someday—if he can only stay out of prison long enough to pass the bar. Neither is likely when he agrees to help hotshot Florida attorney Thomas Petrie track down a slick con man who’s swindled a consortium of well-to-do Paradise Key clients out of $22 million. But the charismatic Victor Trebuchet and his sexy partner in crime are a lot more dangerous than anyone imagined. And the silken counter-sting set up in an Italian villa to snare the couple may end up trapping Shaw instead. With that much money on the line, anyone is liable to betray anyone. But in the meantime, Shaw’s living the high life and he’s in way over his head. Soon he may find himself doing hard time—or worse—in a watery grave at the bottom of Bell Harbor.
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I cleared the books and papers off the table. My examinations for admission to the Florida bar were scheduled for late July, just two months from now. I was a recent graduate of a night law school in a dubiously credited community college, and most of my friends predicted that I would fail the examinations on my first try. Conversely, a few non-friends, chiefly lawyers in the S.A.’s office, hoped that I might pass so that they could defeat me in court.
After dinner we carried deck chairs out onto the reef. The dog, tired and sore-pawed from chasing imaginary beasts all day, slumped at Martina’s feet with a self-pitying moan. The tide was still going out. It was a relatively cool and dry night for Florida in late May, and the moon-washed sky vibrated with stars. Many of those apparently solo stars, the astronomers told us, were actually distant galaxies, great spiraling systems which contained fifty billion or more stars. Stars, comets, planets, maybe other worlds. I looked for the Big Dipper, found it, and followed the bowl to Polaris. And there was a constellation of lights behind us, too—Bell Harbor, the sodium vapor lamps that lined the bayside esplanade, traffic lights, house lights, auto lights, and neons that bled improbable colors into the dark.
“All right,” Martina said. “What’s troubling you?”
“What makes you think I’m troubled?”
“I know you, buddy.”
“I’m serene,” I said. “Complacent, even.”
“You’ve been fine the last few months, Dan. And now this brooding again. Why won’t you ever confide in me?”
I had never found the courage to tell Martina about the day I had killed Raven Ahriman here on the reef (while she slept in the house), and disposed of his body at sea.
Posted December 9, 2008
In the well to do enclave of Paradise Key, a group of wealthy investors lost over twenty-two million dollars in a ponzi scheme perpetrated by Victor Trebuchet and Adrienne Debarret. British Lord Warfield had the investors eating out of his hands as he enthusiastically endorsed the satellite, rocket and launch pad site in Kenya. They even brought in scientists to explain how the new technology used on the rockets and satellites would quadruple their investment in a matter of months. When the scheme collapses the two con men (and one woman) disappear leaving very unhappy investors who want their money back........................ Since they don¿t want the police involved because they would look like fools they hire lawyer Tom Petrie to help them rescue their losses. He gets Dan Shaw, who is supposed to be studying for his bar exam, as well as other allies to out scam the scanners. They trace them to Italy where the head con lives in a villa under the name of Senor Arbaleste; so they rent the place next door to him. They plan to exchange a forged painting by a master for the mission¿s money and their scheme works but lives are lost because of it.............................. Ron Faust is a brilliant storyteller who infuses his work with excellent characterizations, plenty of suspense and a beautiful location that mocks the scams taking place. It is like many serpents coming into paradise all of them capable of great evil. Dan, the protagonist and the narrator, is not a particularly sympathetic person as he commits crimes and justifies them by saying they are for the greater good. SEA OF BONES packs a potent touch...................... Harriet KlausnerWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.