He just doesn't get it. It's hilarious to read his scornful thoughts on snap hooks, wicked slices, babied putts, soft greens, goofy greens, waxed greens... His horror at the way golfers dress is equally funny.
As a sports agent, Myron represents basketball players, tennis players, football players – but nary a golfer. Then when his friend Win talks him into attending a match to troll for golf clients, he finds himself enmeshed in a kidnapping investigation, not to mention s murder case.
But Myron is at a disadvantage. Win won't partner with him on these cases, because they involve his family members. Win stays totally aloof from his family. Myron is a talented martial artist, but without Win's skill at stakeouts and his handiness as lethal backup, Myron is likely to get in trouble. Which he does.
The cast of characters is fun, as always – his gorgeous Latino assistant Esperanza, an ex-lady wrestler who keeps running into fans in the oddest circumstances; a blue-blooded gangster on medication who talks like a someone in a gangster movie; the manager of a sleazy motel who acts like he's managing the Plaza; a scary black enforcer who contrives ways to avoid violence; an amusing gaggle of girls who hang out at the mall and astonish Myron with their teen-speak; a tough black woman lawyer who twists Myron around her little finger...
There are lots of tense scenes and emotional drams, lightened by Myron's compulsive and ill-timed wisecracks. This may be my favorite book in the series so far. It's a seriously good mystery – and lots of laughs.