Carl Hiaasen has never made a secret of his disdain for politics or the continued destruction of Florida's wild lands enabled by those same politicians. In Squeeze Me (#940) he skewers the part time rich society crowd of Palm Beach in an especially skin-crawling and funny way.
Kiki Pew Fitzsimmons, all eighty-eight pounds of her, has disappeared from a charity affair in a closely-monitored mansion-for-rent. No one saw her leave, but there is no trace of the ultra-wealthy widow, except for her purse by the koi pond in the gardens. The next morning the cleaning crew assigned to ready Lipid House for that night's charity ball come across an eighteen foot Burmese python perched in a tree in the gardens with a suspiciously large lump in its middle. Enter Angie Armstrong of Discreet Creatures, called in to wrangle the huge snake before it can terrify the guests due to attend the event that night. It's after she announces that she will, per protocol, be taking the python to a state lab for an autopsy that things begin to go wrong...
Clueless thieves, demanding socialites with a a yen for the President currently in residence at his resort property, Casa Bellicosa, illegal immigrants, a mysterious hermit and the Secret Service all play a role in this rollicking novel. Except there are those pythons that keep showing up in Palm Beach. Have they already eaten everything else in South Florida? And where is the missing Kiki? A really fun read (which you might not appreciate if you're a dyed-in-the-wool Trump fan with no sense of humor). Enjoy!
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