The cops called her a runaway. The clock says she's running out of time.
John "Bodirt" Bohannon used to carry a sheriff's star, right up until the day he beat a suspect half to death in a grocery store parking lot. Now, he lives in a rusted Airstream on a bare concrete slab, taking the cases polite society wants to pretend don't exist.
When a desperate mother hires him to find her fourteen-year-old daughter, Chloe, Bodirt expects a standard skip-trace. Instead, he uncovers a terrifying pattern. Young women with shy smiles are vanishing across Palm Beach County, swallowed up by the glamorous orbit of South Florida's elite.
The trail points to Harry Dugan, a billionaire event planner known to the underworld as "Mr. Good Time." Dugan doesn't abduct girls from the street; he invites them to exclusive, high-society parties from which they never return. And with a massive hurricane bearing down on the coast, Dugan is locking the doors to his subterranean vault to add Chloe to his permanent collection.
Armed with nothing but a battered SIG Sauer, a rusted Ford, and off-the-record intel from a handcuffed detective, Bodirt has less than twenty-four hours to breach an island fortress. But to rip Chloe out of Dugan's flawless trap, Bodirt will have to decide whether to be the detective who saves her life—or the violent wrecking ball that destroys everything in his path.
Set against the sweltering, storm-drenched backdrop of the Everglades, Mr. Good Time is a relentless, fast-paced modern noir. Perfect for fans of Elmore Leonard, John D. MacDonald, and gritty, hardboiled crime fiction.
