A warehouse robbery pulls Mike Shayne into a daring international conspiracy
It’s been years since Mike Shayne last subjected himself to a stakeout. Miami’s most infamous private detective simply doesn’t have time to waste sitting in a car, drinking cold coffee and waiting for excitement that will never come. But the Acme Bonding Company is one of his oldest clients, and when his stand-in falls through, he’s obliged to keep watch himself.
A string of warehouse robberies, timed to coincide with hurricanes, has put Miami’s business community on the alert. So when a tropical storm closes in, Acme asks Shayne to keep a lookout for burglars. He waits with his pistol in hand.
The burglars enter the warehouse quietly, like professionals, but Shayne still sees them coming—and his trigger finger is itchy. A shootout leaves 1 burglar dead and the others on the lam. But when he searches the city for the rest of the gang, Shayne finds that Miami is about to get hit by something far deadlier than a tropical storm.
A Redhead for Mike Shayne is the 48th book in the Mike Shayne Mysteries, but you may enjoy reading the series in any order.
Brett Halliday (July 31, 1904 - February 4, 1977), primary pen name of Davis Dresser, was an American mystery writer, best known for the long-lived series of Mike Shayne novels he wrote, and later commissioned others to write. Dresser wrote non-series mysteries, westerns and romances under the names
A Redhead for Michael Shayne is one of the many Shayne novels written after Dresser stopped writing them and Brett Halliday went from being his pseudonym to being a house name. It's not clear who wrote this one but in plot, tone, and style it is unlike other books in the series and some of the characters sound off. I actually think that it was originally a pulp spy novel reworked to be a Mike Shayne book. It's a Cold War gun-running spy novel but not necessarily successful as a Mike Shayne novel.
I decided to read a random Mike Shayne novel--rumor has it that this is the 48th in the series--and I was rewarded with a steaming bowl of hard-boiled crap stew. Lesson learned!