Book Review – ‘Nobody Lives Forever’ by Edna Buchanan

You’ve booked a week long vacation on Miami Beach. You packed the sunscreen, swimwear, that outfit that you’d never wear at home (that Tommy Bahama Hawaiian shirt is a must). All you need is a good beachy paperback. Some Miami Noir potboiler that talks about the old Scarface days, maybe? If you’re looking for snarky and funny, check Carl Hiassen. If you want salty beach bums, John D. McDonald or James Hall. You want...