“The difficulty lies where: in the rubber sphere, the club, or the golfer?” “No riddle that,” I replied with tap of forefinger on temple. “Aye, precisely,” agreed Willie. “The difficulty lies in the brain of the golfer.
Author: Dodd Hessey
Retired on a Mexican beach, Jack Spence's only worry is his putting. Then, back home in Cypress Point, his Uncle Stuart is brutally attacked and robbed, and the police haven't a clue who done it. Outraged, Jack flies north and with help from friends sets a trap for the thieves baited with buried treasure. But what Jack sees as a direct path to revenge makes several near fatal detours. Charging headlong down it anyway, the former Stanford tight end then golf magazine publisher finds himself stalking bad guys during The Crosby and pitted against some very strange characters indeed; among them, a cross-dressing ex-cop from Manila, a Korean billionaire, a besotted Southern golf pro, a pot-fueled caddy, a cute surfer chick and her felonious boyfriend, a hulking gimp biker, and a deadly Asian con-man. He even runs into his great-great grandfather and his friend, Robert Louis Stevenson. But no 19th century novelist could have plotted all the twists this path takes, or where Jack winds up at its end.