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Private Eye Bob Roosevelt has had enough of crime. He wants to head to Phoenix, rent a condo, and take up golf. Pea Brain, his snide guardian angel, tells him golf is nothing but stress and that moving to Phoenix could get Roosevelt killed. Never one for advice, Roosevelt heads out.
But what does Roosevelt find when he hits his very first drive into the sand dunes, not the fairway? Not a lizard or a rattle snake but a dead lady with a rope around her neck. Murder, a botched robbery, gangsters who like tropical drinks. cops who hate to dance, terrible golf,and a topless dancer who makes the devil seem tame. A grin a minute and a who-done-it that will keep you guessing until the last page.
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