If only Palm Beach PI Mike McCleary had told his wife and partner, Quin St. James (Storm Surge, 1993, etc.), that he was investigating the murder of Janis Krieger -- he wouldn't be lying in the hospital, aphasic and unable to tell her where he's stashed the shoe box full of goodies provided by a coy informant self-named Blue Pearl. (All right, he probably would be lying there, but maybe she'd already know.) As it is, he'll just have to wait for her to suss out the reason for his drive-by shooting and hope that, with the help of their rough-hewn operative John Tark, she can dope out the connections among Krieger's widower, Chilean faith healer Alejandro Domingo; the Link Research & Development Center, whose Dr. Eden White had investigated Domingo two years ago; and the senatorial ambitions of a cereal-fortune heir. But what chance does the firm of St. James & McCleary have when the partners don't even know what we've known from the beginning -- that Domingo's sister and daughter have been kidnapped to force his participation in a sinister plot that will give a whole new meaning to the laying on of hands -- and when the forces of evil have established (unsurprisingly for MacGregor) a potent foothold in the US Marshal's Office? A hard-hitting, hairy-chested Florida slugfest, with manly St. James more than holding her own against the smooth tough guys who took out her husband.