"The Man Who Invented Florida" by Randy Wayne White is the third Doc Ford novel, although strangely enough Doc Ford is not the focal character in the story.
The character that we spend the most amount of time with is a redneck old codger living in a shack in the Everglades. His name is Tucker Gatrell, and he has (he claims) discovered the long-sought-after fountain of youth right in his own backyard.
Unfortunately, it won't be his backyard for long, as the state of Florida wants to raze all the unsightly redneck homes in his neighborhood (if you want to call a collection of sad tar-paper shacks abandoned long ago a "neighborhood") in order to build a national park. Or a golf course. No one seems to really know or care.
Gatrell cares, of course. It is, after all, his home. But he has a plan, and he hopes to recruit his brainy nephew Doc Ford to help him. The problem is, he hasn't spoken to Ford in almost a decade; not since Ford, who was living with his crazy old uncle after his parents died, ran away and went to college and then did some hush-hush government work.
Ford doesn't like his uncle, but he's willing to give him a chance. Ford's best friend, Tomlinson, an aging hippie, has a fondness for the old coot, and he thinks Gatrell may be onto something with his magical healing spring water. After all, there are ancient Indian legends of the area's supposedly supernaturally charged springs, and then there's the famous legend of Ponce De Leon who claimed to find the Fountain of Youth somewhere in Florida, the actual location of which was sadly lost to history.
Gatrell's best friend, Joe Egret, believes Gatrell's story. After drinking some of the magic water, the big old Injun had a burst of energy, escaped from that horrible old prison they called a nursing home, stole a horse, and was now riding across the 'Glades leaving a trail of (not so) young ladies in need of affection. Apparently, the spring water is better than Viagra.
Naturally, all of this couldn't have come at a worse time for Gatrell. Three men (a surveyor, an environmentalist, and the host of a popular fishing TV show) have mysteriously gone missing in the area.
FBI Agent Angela Walker suspects Gatrell has something to do with it (despite the fact that he reminds her of her beloved grandfather), and now she's got Ford entertaining the possibility. Against his better judgment (and at a time when he's got a lot on his own plate), Ford decides to investigate further, just when Ford is starting up a relationship with Sally Carmel, his sexy divorcee neighbor who is prone to late-night skinny-dipping.
I loved this book, not merely for the fact that it is a hilarious look at the absurdity of Florida culture but because behind all the laughs there is a depth and a heart. Fans of Carl Hiaasen, Dave Barry, and Elmore Leonard should check out White, if they haven't already, as he is steadily becoming THE writer of southern Florida crime fiction.