It was, indeed, macking. Whatever the hell that means.

Cowboys on surfboards. That’s my thumbnail for Don Winslow’s The Gentlemen’s Hour, the second of two novels featuring San Diego surfer slash private investigator Boone Daniels (the first is The Dawn Patrol). I put “surfer” first for a reason. Boone’s the California version of an Alaskan Bush pilot. No matter what his day job is, brain surgeon,…

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