The remarkable new novel in the Doc Ford series by New York Times–bestselling author Randy Wayne White.
Doc Ford’s old friend, General Juan Garcia, has gone into the lucrative business of smuggling Cuban baseball players into the U.S. He is also feasting on profits made by buying historical treasures for pennies on the dollar. He prefers what dealers call HPC items—high-profile collectibles—but when he manages to obtain a collection of letters written by Fidel Castro between 1960–62 to a secret girlfriend, it’s not a matter of money anymore. Garcia has stumbled way out of his depth.
First Garcia disappears, and then the man to whom he sold the letters. When Doc Ford begins to investigate, he soon becomes convinced that those letters contain a secret that someone, or some powerful agency, cannot allow to be made public.
A lot happened between Cuba and the United States from 1960–62. Many men died. A few more will hardly be noticed.
Present-day Cuba is the setting of bestseller White's timely 22nd Doc Ford thriller (after 2014's Bone Deep). The former dictator of Masagua, "a tiny country that exported bananas and revolution," turns to Ford for help after he temporarily "loses" Figueroa Casanova, a Cuban baseball player he smuggled into the U.S. Casanova wandered off from his St. Petersburg, Fla., motel, carrying a briefcase full of letters written by Fidel Castro to the dictator's mistress from 1953 to 1963. Ford's unpredictable sidekick, Tomlinson, manages to locate Casanova and decides to return him and the Castro letters to Cuba. When Ford learns that a Russian spy, among others, is after the letters, he heads to Cuba to find Tomlinson. More than one distraction diverts Ford from his mission, including investigating the legend that three American ballplayers buried their new motorcycles in Cuba the day Castro took power. White smoothly combines history, action, and colorful characters into a savory concoction easily devoured in a single sitting.
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Doc Ford largely missing from plot lines you'll need a GPS to find.
One of the most confusing, contrived plots I've ever tried to murk through. Pointless and, did I say? Confusing. Destined therefore for top awards, but a painful read.