Small-town sportswriter Paul Mallory doesn't need much to keep him happy: Red Stripe beer, H. Upmann cigars, and enough money to put down a few bets at the track every so often will do the trick nicely. He likes his quiet, undemanding life in upstate New York, and he really likes his quiet and undemanding girlfriend Pam. Maybe he even loves her. What Paul doesn't like is travel, complications, and most of all, responsibility for the welfare of others. But when his insatiable curiosity-along with a propensity for showing off-gets the better of him one fine June day, he has to leave his old...
Small-town sportswriter Paul Mallory doesn't need much to keep him happy: Red Stripe beer, H. Upmann cigars, and enough money to put down a few bets a...
To lose one million-dollar-a-year subscriber may be considered a misfortune; to lose four, as Oscar Wilde might tell you, just looks like carelessness. Careless or not, it's an intolerable situation for the head of the Cramer Press Syndicate-and another unwanted field assignment for news analyst Paul Mallory, who ranks the thrill of international travel right up there with root canals and ingrown toenail surgery. Not that anyone cares...least of all his boss. The tiny Caribbean island of San Esteban seems harmless enough-at first blush, it resembles a latter-day Margaritaville as much as...
To lose one million-dollar-a-year subscriber may be considered a misfortune; to lose four, as Oscar Wilde might tell you, just looks like carelessness...
