In his second novel, Jon Sealy has written a crackerjack suspense tale set mostly in Miami, Fla., with forays to Key West, New York City, Washington, D.C. and several Southern locales, including Upstate South Carolina.
Although the author is an adept scene-setter, as demonstrated in his first novel, “The Whiskey Baron,” he also excels in exploring the landscape of the soul. The edges of America explored are both geographical and metaphorical.
His new novel takes place during the Reagan era, when Americans were still trying to figure out what went wrong in South Vietnam and, before that, with the Bay of Pigs fiasco.
The central character, Bobby West, runs a Miami investment firm, a CIA front whose principal mission is to keep the lid on more ill-fated attempts to topple FIdel-Castro. West has entered the twilight of his career without accomplishing lofty patriotic goals of his youth. His mid-life melancholy is upended with the arrival of Alexander French, a mysterious figure with ties to various nefarious enterprises, from drug running to political espionage. French recruits West to launder cash from a heroin-smuggling ring, an arrangement that sours after West’s teen-age daughter runs off with a new boyfriend and $3 million pilfered from her dad’s safe.
Sealy skillfully juggles several subplots involving CIA operatives, private detectives, cops, assorted thugs and terrorists, a vindictive ex-wife and a beautiful assassin, among others. Conspiracies abound. Backs are stabbed. Plotters are dispatched.
While this novel is every bit the page-turner as works by Lee Child or David Baldacci, the author causes us to reflect on why and how a nation’s best intentions became subverted into greed and power grabs. In short, a timely yarn.