Neap's face is not very clear to me. It drifts just out of range. He said he could feel his house going down while we were talking on the phone.
“How lucky the Crimms are to have scraped acquaintance with me,” thought prizewinning travel writer Chick Jardine, ‘ for I seldom reveal my identity to ordinary people ”
Time: The recent past. Place: the Mexican peninsula of Yucatan, and points south. The tale is told by Jimmy Burns, a drifter from Louisiana, who is pulled headlong into a dark tangle of events. It seems there are some strange birds of passage in Mayaland. A sampling of the new novel by the author of True Grit.