The way Michael Wiley figures it, South Florida shouldn’t have all the deadly fun.
All those sweaty, weird, wacky, nasty, colorful, tropical crime stories — from Carl Hiaasen, John D. MacDonald, Tim Dorsey, Edna Buchanan, Randy Wayne White, Elmore Leonard, Jeff Lindsay and who knows how many more — have come to define the Florida mystery novel.
But what about the forgotten other end of the state, way up north but more of the South? That’s Wiley’s territory.