{"product_id":"floaters-isbn-9780553575958","title":"Floaters","description":"\u003cb\u003e\u003ci\u003eNEW YORK TIMES \u003c\/i\u003eBESTSELLSER • “This is vintage Wambaugh, a rollicking and ribald tale, laced with black humor.”—\u003ci\u003eThe San Diego Union-Tribune\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHarbor cops Fortney and Leeds have a good time patrolling San Diego’s Mission Bay, scopingout body-sculpted beauties on pleasure craft, rescuing boating bozos who’ve run aground, and haulingin the occasional floater.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBut now their days are anything but typical, for theAmerica’s Cup regattas have come to town and San Diego swarms with sailors, schemers, spies, and saboteurs,and the cuppies who want to love them. It’s a randy cuppie named Blaze who tweaks their cop instincts thatsomething’s not quite right on the waterfront—and it’sBlaze who sets off a bizarre criminal trail that wouldbe hilarious if it didn’t wind up just as nasty asit gets, with a pair of murders right on the eve of thebiggest sailing race of all.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cb\u003ePraise for \u003ci\u003eFloaters\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“There’s only one Joe Wambaugh. He’s a really important American writer.”\u003cb\u003e—Jonathan Kellerman\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“[Wambaugh] dazzles with his intimate knowledge of police life, black humor, raunchy dialogue, and a cast of nineties choirboys. . . . A cop’s expertise and the literary power of a master storyteller.”\u003cb\u003e—Digby Diehl, \u003ci\u003ePlayboy\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003c\/b\u003e\u003cbr\u003e“The author’s trademark sardonic writing is in full force here.”\u003cb\u003e—\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e\u003c\/b\u003ePraise for Joseph Wambaugh's \u003ci\u003eFinnegan's Week\u003c\/i\u003e:\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"A master storyteller...Wambaugh dazzles.\" -- Digby Diehl, \u003ci\u003ePlayboy\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Funny, exciting, and ultimately touching.\" --\u003ci\u003eChicago Tribune\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"One of the best novels Joseph Wambaugh has written...Wambaugh is in rare form.\" --\u003ci\u003eSan Francisco Chronicle\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Wambaugh is at the top of his form here...raunchy and often hilarious.\" --\u003ci\u003ePublishers Weekly\u003c\/i\u003e (starred review)\u003cb\u003eJoseph Wambaugh\u003c\/b\u003e is the hard-hitting bestselling writer who conveys the passionate immediacy of a special world. He was a police officer with the LAPD for 14 years before retiring in 1974, during which time he published three bestselling novels. Over the course of his career, Wambaugh has been the author of more than 20 works of fiction and nonfiction, all written in his gritty, distinctive noir-ish style. He's won multiple Edgar Awards, and several of his books have been made into feature films and TV movies. He lives in California with his wife.Ambrose Lutterworth didn't have to go hunting for Blaze Duvall. She showed up on his doorstep at 7:10 P.M., dressed not in the tailored look he preferred for their encounters and not in the sexy sailboat- casual she'd affected for her cuppie appearances. Blaze was wearing a green, hip- belted leather miniskirt, a shortsleeved, black turtleneck and low-heeled Gucci boots.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eFor once she was dressed the way \u003ci\u003eshe \u003c\/i\u003ewanted to dress rather than being costumed for men who, in one way or another, were all just clients.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAmbrose pecked her on the cheek and said, \"My, you look...different.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Not your style, I know. But I felt like wearing it.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No! I mean, you look beautiful. You always look beautiful.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I'll wear a longer skirt for our dinner date,\" Blaze reassured him.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No, you look wonderful. Really.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Do you have the drug?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Yes, let's sit down for a minute.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAmbrose led the way into the living room, where he and Blaze sat side by side on the old sofa. Two bundles wrapped in notebook paper were on the coffee table. He opened one of them carefully and showed her the powder.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"It took me a while to mash the tablets,\" he said. \"If you empty one of these into his drink...By the way, what does he drink?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Beer. What else would those guys drink?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Okay, one of these will do it. You said he's a very big man?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Very.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I've done some discreet checking with my pharmacist and my late mother's doctor. I think a gram of this will guarantee that even a big man won't be ready to run machinery the next day.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What is it?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Phenobarbital.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"We don't wanna kill him.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e \"It won't kill him, but he'll have the mother of all hangovers.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"But he'll be okay, right?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Do I look like a murderer?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eBlaze hesitated, then said, \"No, you don't look anything at all like any murderer I've seen lately.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Actually it's a little more than a gram,\" Ambrose said. \"I crushed eleven of the hundred-milligram tablets.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"What's in the other paper?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Same thing. Just in case something goes wrong with the first one. But, for God's sake, don't give him \u003ci\u003eboth!\"\u003c\/i\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Don't worry.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"And you have no fears about Simon Cooke?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"None at all. I owe him.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You didn't have to...\u003ci\u003edo \u003c\/i\u003eanything with him, did you?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Don't be silly, Ambrose. Can you imagine me in bed with someone like that?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"No, of course not.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Okay, I guess I'm ready.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I'll have the money tomorrow afternoon. Twenty- five thousand. You know, I'm surprised Simon didn't make a demand of good faith. Didn't he ever ask for some money up front to prove our reliability?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"I wouldn't have given him any front money. I don't trust him \u003ci\u003ethat \u003c\/i\u003emuch. But don't worry. I told you, I own him.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"You could own a lot of men, Blaze,\" Ambrose said.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Wait up tonight, darling,\" Blaze said. \"I'll phone you with a detailed report as soon as I get back to my hotel.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Hotel?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Oh, didn't I tell you? Termites. Thirteen hundred bucks a month and I have to cope with termites. We've all had to move out for two days while they fumigate.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"Which hotel are you in?\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"That darling little place on Shelter Island. I selected it so I could be close to the sailor hangouts.\" Then she added, \"And close to you. I like being close to you, Ambrose.\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHe was touched. He smiled and kissed her lightly, not wanting to smudge her lipstick. But he couldn't resist just touching her lips with the tip of his tongue. 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