So says the private eye, «The island couldn't be more charming with its stretches of white beaches, crystalline lagoons, and exotic bikini-clad beauties. But with three dead bodies and a voodoo priest, I had a hard time concentrating on sightseeing. It seemed superstitious to me, since nobody could solve the puzzling cause of their deaths. So with the assistance of my own lovely native doll, I had my work cut out for me--and that was simply managing to evade the long voodoo needle that was destined for my heart!»
Honored with the Life Achievement Award by the Private Eye Writers of America!