The fictional Hannah Smith, a licensed private investigator and fishing guide in Florida, is engaged in her fishing guide duties the day the 100-pound tarpon flings itself into her boat, dislodging a fisherman and causing no end of chaos. That’s a highly memorable opening to a book, and the plot stays memorable.
While she’s dealing with airborne fish, Hannah is working through her increasing love for Doc Ford, a marine biologist who is the main character of another series written by the author. She’s an unusual woman. She is physically impressive and has a mental strength that rivals any female character you’ll read. She knows the backwaters of her area as well as anyone and better than most. She doubts her ability to accurately judge men, recognizing that progenitors with her same first name have done badly in that arena. That self-doubt stuff is a bit tiresome, but it’s not a dealbreaker.
Someone murders a woman who is a friend to Hannah’s mother. Hannah doesn’t find the body, but she nearly dies when two starved Pitbulls try to attack her. There are several edge-of-the-seat scenes like that here, and all of them kept me eagerly engaged with the book. I’m hopeful you have a similar experience if you read it.
A group of newcomers to town claim they’re setting up a museum dedicated to the state’s early fisherfolk. Those who contribute will get tax write offs, so the developers claim. But Hannah figures it’s a scam, and the more she digs, the more she deals with corrupt local and state politicians. For what it’s worth, she befriends a deputy sheriff Massachusetts transplant whose character will add much to future books if she’s in them.