Dorsey returns with another of his books led by the inimitable duo of Serge and trusty sidekick Coleman. Serge is a psychotic killer with a heart of gold; Coleman is a stone-cold drug freak who loves his pal and is willing to do anything for him. In theory, this should make for an intriguing pair, and in the earlier books, they did become embroiled in some fun adventures. But this one goes nowhere with a story that has been recycled many times.

There is simply not much happening here. Serge is once again on a quest to seek out all things Florida. He drives to different landmarks, bars and beaches, and that's about it. He picks up Story, a girl - he picks up women in every book - who both loves and hates him and ultimately becomes part of the book's main thread.

That thread - which unravels quickly - is nothing more than some heavy-handed thieves who follow gem couriers, knock them off, and steal the jewels. Serge befriends this guy who is forced into carrying some gems. The guy gets roughed up, and Serge rides in to save him. Most of this happens in the last chapters of the book.

It's simply not very funny, nor very well-conceived or written. And the title is about a character who only appears on a few pages.

Dorsey should rethink his next Florida escapade.