Seychelle Sullivan runs a marine tow business in Ft. Lauderdale that she inherited from her father. Her job is mostly towing megayachts. Her former boyfriend, Neal Garret, is captain of the Top Ten, a 92-foot yacht owned by the man who runs several upscale strip joints in town. When a mayday call comes from the Top Ten and the voice is that of a woman, Seychelle drops everything to pull the yacht out of the surf and save it from being pounded to flotsam. However, Neal Garret is missing, and the woman is dead.
Detective Victor Collazo wants to know what Seychelle found on that boat when she arrived. Collazo appears convinced that Seychelle might have killed the mayday caller, and he is certain that Seychelle knows what happened to Neal Garrett, though he is officially presumed dead. Seychelle instructs her attorney to file a salvage claim, which brings a smooth-talking lawyer to her door offering well below what the salvage was worth. He suggests she take the offer from the mysterious owners of the Top Ten or else.
Soon Seychelle’s friends and relatives are threatened or beaten. Seychelle’s business turns sour as rumors are spread about her abilities to tow. Seychelle is in way over her head, but her stubborn streak keeps her pushing to find out what Neal Garret was doing that fateful day and to protect her friends, her business, and herself.
While the plot was interesting, there were facets that were hard to believe. One particular chase scene was extraneous to the plot; her unquestioned entrance to a secured naval station was implausible. Seychelle vacillated from a strong-willed woman to a damsel in distress. South Florida is rife with drugs, money, and sex, but in this case, it was a bit hard to swallow that Seychelle would end up enmeshed with it all in the space of a few days. Additionally, time lines were distorted and details changed from scene to scene. Particularly offensive was Seychelle’s description of her overweight attorney. The off-skew description of many bodily appearances permeated the book.
The author knew her boating. I won’t even begin to understand all the terminology used. While I am sure it was accurate, it assumed a certain knowledge of boats and the water I didn’t begin to fathom. Therefore, I think I lost some of the descriptive part of this novel by not comprehending it all. Some of that very descriptiveness slowed the action down in parts, making the plot progression uneven.
All of that said, I believe Christine Kling has a good start with her first novel. Many of the flaws I note could easily be changed in her sophomore effort. I hope that Seychelle Sullivan returns in another south Florida caper.