SULLIVAN'S STING

Now there's a snappy title for Sanders' newest crime potboiler. Trouble is, heroine undercover cop Rita Sullivan doesn't sting anyone here—except maybe readers who put up with her and her creator's belly-flop into the Florida caper genre. Transferred to Fort Lauderdale from Tallahassee, Rita joins an independent surpra-agency of investigators—a federal attorney, a Treasury cop, etc., helmed by SEC investigator Tony Harker—to take down master swindler David Rathbone and his gang. Rathbone's an obsessed chisler, as eager to make sucker bets with his pals or rip off a florist for a free mum as he is to graze on Florida's lush crop of moochers, rich marks that he cons with phony investment schemes. But he's also a handsome and charming golden boy, so Rita's happy to hop into bed with him the night she picks him up, posing as a small-time moll; and soon she finds herself not only moving in but falling in love as he showers her with gifts and affection. That sits poorly with boss cop Harker, who's now also tossing the hay with Rita—and who can still see the moral rot beneath Rathbone's veneer. Meanwhile, Rathbone launches two major scams—one involving funny money printed on self-destructing paper, the other a futures exchange with drugs as the commodity bought and sold—that allow Sanders to strut some entertaining con scenarios. But Sanders stalls any narrative drive by scattering most of the rest of his plot among Rathbone's henchmen and the cops pursuing them. Rita regains center stage, however, when Harker at last orders Rathbone picked up: Will she keep her head and help cuff him? Or will she heed her heart and flee with him to Guatemala? Like a soda gone flat, this has all the right ingredients but none of the fizz of Leonard, Hiaasen, or Willeford. With Sanders' ever (and, by now, inexplicably) popular byline, though, it'll probably sleepwalk into best-sellerdom.