The Palm Beach PI is on the case of a corpse conspiracy. “Lawrence Sanders has honed a voice for Archy McNally that is wonderfully infectious” (The Washington Times).
Business is booming at Whitcomb Funeral Homes in southern Florida. Called in to investigate this inexplicable uptick, Palm Beach private investigator Archy McNally finds himself in the middle of a most unusual case. In the past six months, Whitcomb has shipped out five hundred dead bodies. Why are so many caskets leaving the Sunshine State and being airlifted to New York, Boston, and Chicago? And why did Whitcomb’s comely comptroller come to McNally & Son in the first place? Further complicating McNally’s life are his air-headed buddy, Binky Watrous, who wants to be his private-eye assistant, and his faithful love, Connie Garcia, who’s got her spies when it comes to McNally’s weakness for the ladies. Murder worthy of the headline Death-styles of the Rich and Famous add to McNally’s tribulations. And the next set of human remains could be his.
Suggesting a morally bankrupt, sun-tanned Bertie Wooster, Archy McNally sleuths among Florida's well-heeled Palm Beach set in this lightweight crime series from the author of the Deadly Sins and Commandments thrillers. Archy, an occasional investigator for his stuffy lawyer father, here agrees to look into the sudden ``uptick'' in business that is worrying a pretty exec at the exclusive Whitcomb Funeral Homes. Too many people are dying, observes the woman, and being shipped up north in coffins. In between boozing, lying to his girlfriend and delivering sub-Wodehouse patter that lacks both wit and an anchoring value system, Archy and his gormless pal Binky Watrous investigate the likable old couple who own the funeral homes and their son and his wife, whose swinging lifestyle makes Archy's look tame. The trick of insinuating character eludes Sanders, who, if a woman dissembles or a doctor is stoned to the gills, hits us over the head with the facts. While an occasional few of Archy's quips are funny, Sanders's dialogue is mostly as stiff as the story's corpses. Literary Guild selection.