Any book that begins with Virgil Flowers naked in a swimming hole works for me. Add in two catnapped Amur tigers, immigrant workers being exploited in a pickle factory, a homicidal animal rights activist, Frankie the farmer girlfriend who is, reluctantly I say it, worthy of Virgil’s undivided attention, Sparkle her idiot sister, Bill the sort-of priest, and a hilarious group of vengeful Armenian (or was it Iranian?) brothers who all talk like Damon Runyon characters anyway, and you’ve got a book that will keep your butt firmly in your chair from page 1 to page end. It sure did mine.

Sandford is always good but this book? Is even better. Recommended, and it publishes tomorrow.

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