Before turning it over, though, I reread the first chapter, and was hooked.
This is one of my favorote Hiaasens. The others are Tourist Season, and Double Whammy...his early stuff. I think his early success led him to write faster and more formulaic. Many know him as the creator of Skink, the former Florida governor who eats roadkill.
This one, though, is a gem. Filled with creeps and bizarre bad guys, it is the story of a very inept plastic surgeon, and the tangled mess he weaves trying to extricate himself from lawsuits and a homocide investigation.
He hires Chemo, a 6'9" 180 lb. geek with a cottage cheese complexion to take care of his woes.
The setting is Miami, where Hiaasen was, for years, a columnist and reporter for the Miami Herald before turning his hand to fiction. He still writes columns for his old paper. He's pretty cynical about his old stomping grounds and its inhabitants.
The hero is Mick Stranahan, a former investigator who just wants to exist in peace in his house in Stiltsville. In his life, Mick has killed five men and married five women. Enough to make anyone want to avoid him. Yet he remains curiously unspoiled. He is supported by some colleagues who go way back, and hunted by...some colleagues who go way back.
In typical Hiaasen fashion, things turn hilariously bizarre, bad guys are eradicated in very creative ways, and the urbanization and "development" of paradise is almost another character.
If you like Hiaasen, I'd suggest you go back and read his early stuff. You're in for a treat.
[Sorry this is late. Could not get the image link to work.]