Dorsey and his literary doppelganger, Serge, love Florida. Serge takes delight in the tackiness of his home, its natural beauty, its unnatural awfulness and woe to those who deface the Sunshine State. They might be faced with a charming psycho-killer who has a flair for devising unique ways of dispatching those out of favor. This is the 12th volume in Dorsey’s Serge series. It remains a guilty pleasure, sometimes laugh out loud funny, actually more than sometimes. The story this time centers around Spring break, in which Serge's best buddy, Coleman, manages to develop a college-crowd following when he offers lessons on how to maximize their alcoholic experience, and drug-baddies who are out to get a poor fellow who had done a good deed only to be exposed in the media and found by the people he had testified against before heading into witness protection. The game is on, and Serge wanders into it. Mayhem ensues. Sit back, way back to keep from letting the blood spatter you and remember that, like Dexter, Serge only slices and dices those who’ve got it coming. Don’t mess with Florida.