The Last One Left

There was the heat of money. There w as the heat of wanting. There was the heat of the Bahamas and Golden Coast of Florida after the season had ended. Texas money had gone to the Bahamas by pleasure boat for a dirty purpose. Enough unrecorded cash to change a dozen lives, or end them, and the scent of it was carried on the hot tropic winds. This is a novel about the half- people, the twisted ones who caught that scent and devised a merciless plan, and it is about the whole people, the compassionate ones who find themselves in the way of the brutal mechanisms of greed and are either destroyed by it, or become stronger than before. Here are the boat people, the land-grabbers, the displaced Cubans, the swingers, the fun people, the con artists, the shrewd, the silly, the romantic, the idealistic, all of them caught up into an inevitable pattern of violence, suspicion, fear and despair that reaches from Nassau to Brownsville, Texas, from Havana to Dinner Key, from Miami to the empty silence of the Great Bahama Bank. It all hinged on the survival of the broken girl, adrift and unconscious in a tiny boat on the giant blue river of the Gulf Stream. Many will read this novel as a very solid and persuasive story of suspense and adventure. But it has in addition, that distinctive power and style, that hidden resonance and purpose which the legions of MacDonald readers have come to except from him. To his new readers we can only say: this is a Book. It will stay with you a long, long time.