A rookie with a 110 mile per hour fastball takes the Red Sox to the World Series and, oh, by the way, he might be a serial killer. David Ferrell wrote this sports noir novel. The back cover says “it’s as if Carl Hiaasen moved to Boston”. I don’t agree. Hiaasen’s characters, even the bad guys, are more appealing. This book was mildly entertaining, but the Sox didn’t need a serial killer to win a Series title.

Published in trade paperback by HarperCollins. ISBN 0060726008

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