On the run from the Wisconsin Mafia for gambling debt, laid-off snowmobile factory worker, Joe Chromansky, destitute and desperate, flees to an abandoned houseboat in the Florida Keys. Accompanied by a mysterious woman, he agrees to lead a ragged expedition to Cuba to steal Fidel Castro’s legendary baseball collection, only to find that his real trouble has begun - fatherhood.
Powered by a pink Ferrari, chain-smoking lawyer, historic fire poker, and homemade missiles, this rollicking tale of tropical mayhem propels Joe and his new squeeze on a mad sprint among exotic and not-so-exotic locales from Wisconsin to Florida, Cuba, Las Vegas and, finally Switzerland.
With a nod to Carl Hiaasen, Tim Dorsey, and Catch-22, John Parrot’s south Florida adventure novels are filled with the kind of thrilling action best enjoyed from a beach chair beneath a palm tree.
On the run from the Wisconsin Mafia for gambling debt, laid-off snowmobile factory worker, Joe Chromansky, destitute and desperate, flees to an abandoned houseboat in the Florida Keys. Accompanied by a mysterious woman, he agrees to lead a ragged expedition to Cuba to steal Fidel Castro’s legendary baseball collection, only to find that his real trouble has begun - fatherhood.
Powered by a pink Ferrari, chain-smoking lawyer, historic fire poker, and homemade missiles, this rollicking tale of tropical mayhem propels Joe and his new squeeze on a mad sprint among exotic and not-so-exotic locales from Wisconsin to Florida, Cuba, Las Vegas and, finally Switzerland.
With a nod to Carl Hiaasen, Tim Dorsey, and Catch-22, John Parrot’s south Florida adventure novels are filled with the kind of thrilling action best enjoyed from a beach chair beneath a palm tree.