It Should Be Fun, a Carl Tanner Novel, #2

Carl Tanner's in for a bumpy ride! For starters, he's not at the top of his game. The nasty women of Sonora did an almost perfect job of killing him, and he's got the dings to show for it. When his new boss at Palmyra group asks a little favor - "It should be fun." - Tanner figures a double-paid week as bouncer at Crave, a ladies' strip club, ought to get him mind off the aches and pains he acquired in Mexico. Twenty years in the Navy, giving and following orders, hasn't prepared Tanner for the club' or its clients. Management doesn't want him there. His supervisor is inebriated, his sidekick a moron. He's stuck in the back hall under the speakers. He thinks it couldn't get worse until he begins to interact with the clients. They don't listen, they sure don't follow orders no matter how nicely phrased. Too many of them want to personally measure him for a G-string. And then there's January Jones. The petite thirty-something blonde claims she has a migraine but Tanner knows migraines and the lady doesn't have the right symptoms. Turns out she hates strip clubs. Why is she here? The odd intimacy that springs up between them makes Tanner uneasy. He knows he's a klutz around women, his technique always been rated a D-minus. So why is Jan Jones hanging around? As Tanner investigates, a series of provocative events make him question the reasons why he's been sent undercover. Something isn't adding up. As he discovers the horrific truth, he's swept into a race against time where others hold all the cards and nothing he learns makes sense until it's almost too late. When the last pieces of the puzzle become clear, it's also clear that January Jones may hold the last, deadly, clue.