Andrew Yancy - late of the Miami Police and soon-to-be-late of the Monroe County sheriff’s office - has a human arm in his freezer. There’s a logical (Hiaasenian) explanation for that, but not for how and why it parted from its shadowy owner. Yancy thinks the boating-accident/shark-luncheon explanation is full of holes, and if he can prove murder, the sheriff might rescue him from his grisly Health Inspector gig (it’s not called the roach patrol for nothing). But first - this being Hiaasen country - Yancy must negotiate an obstacle course of wildly unpredictable events with a crew of even more wildly unpredictable characters.
Jane Charlotte has been arrested for murder. She tells police that she is a member of a secret organization devoted to fighting evil and that her division is called the Department for the Final Disposition of Irredeemable Persons - or "Bad Monkeys" for short.
"Really, really bad...no really"
Jane Charlotte besitzt die Lizenz zum Töten und ist eine notorische Lügnerin. Wegen Mordes verhaftet, erzählt sie ihre Geschichte in der Psychiatrie des Bezirksgefängnisses von Las Vegas: Sie sei Auftragskillerin einer geheimen Organisation, die die Welt von bösen Menschen befreit. Sie berichtet von geheimen Nachrichten in Kreuzworträtseln und von Dollarscheinen, die sehen können.
When a severed arm is discovered by a honeymooning couple in the Florida Keys, former police detective - now reluctant restaurant inspector - Andrew Yancy senses that something doesn't add up. Andrew's search for the truth takes him to the Bahamas, where a local man, with the help of a very bad monkey is doing everything in his power to prevent a developer from building a new tourist resort on the island, with deadly consequences...
"What a shame about the reader"