Tourist Season
Nobody took any notice of the first victim. He was from out of town, probably took a dip when he was drunk. All that he left was a fez, washed up on the Miami beach. The second victim did make waves. The head of the city's chamber of commerce found in a suitcase with a toy rubber alligator lodged in his throat. Now that was headline-hitting, bizarre even.In Carl Hiaasen's violently funny first caper, reporters, cops, politicians and a very hungry crocodile do a danse macabre round the Everglades that makes Miami Vice look like Playschool...
Carl Hiaasen: Tourist Season ISBN 0-330-32236-2 PAN Books 1986