With its dozens of outlying islands and the native Conch's historically
low regard for the law, Key West is a smuggler's paradise. All that's
needed are the captains to run the contraband. Breeze Albury is one of
the best fishing captains on the Rock, and he's in no mood to become the
Machine's delivery boy. So the Machine sets out to persuade him. It
starts out by taking away Albury's livelihood. Then it robs him of his
freedom. But when the Machine threatens Albury's son, the washed-out
wharf rat turns into a raging, sea-going vigilante. In Trap Line, Carl
Hiaasen and Bill Montalbano pit a handful of scruffy Conchs against an
armada of drug lords, crooked cops, and homicidal marine lowlife. The
result is a crime novel of dizzying velocity, filled with wrenching plot
twists, grimily authentic characters, and enough local color for a
hundred tropical shirts. It's the Key West the tourist brochures won't
tell you about: a place as crooked as Al Capone's Chicago and as
irredeemably violent as Wyatt Earp's Tombstone.