Blownup in Paradise

I've come a long way since inheriting my Aunt Elizabeth's Tarpon Cove house and her beach cottages full of quirky residents. I strap a Glock to my thigh as easily as I slip into flip-flops.

Even Fab is going legit . . . mostly. When she's hired to investigate some high-end boat thefts in Biscayne Bay, I go along to do what I do best. Chat up the help to get the real story.

Neither of us expected the case to explode-literally-and take out one of Miami's richest men. And possibly a mistress, th...