Boone Daniels, the most laid-back of private investigators, gathers with his surfing buddies on Pacific Beach, California as per usual. There's no surf to speak of, but the Dawn Patrol are out in force anyway...it's what they do. Having no work at the moment, and no real reason to go to the office other than to see the red ink getting redder, Boone sticks around for the second shift on the daily surfing clock - the Gentlemen's Hour, frequented by the older veteranos and successful entrepreneurs - and ends up taking on a hated matrimonial case. But that soon becomes the least of his worries.
When The Sundowner, symbolic icon of the San Diego surf scene, sees a dispute between a young surfer and a member of the territorial Rockpile Crew - a dispute that ends in murder - the painful truth that violence is seeping into the surf community can no longer be ignored. So when lawyer Petra Hall, who has a thing with Boone, asks him to help the defence on that particular case, Boone knows he'll be courting outrage from the community...and from the rest of the Dawn Patrol.
As his closest friendships begin to fray, and he digs deeper into the murkier side of surfing culture, Boone sees his two cases overlap in unexpected ways and finds himself struggling to stay afloat as the water gets deeper and deeper...and more deadly.
Segunda (y al parecer última) entrega del detective Boone Daniels, un surfero de San Diego, expolicía y detective privado porque algo tiene que hacer para comer mientras dedica todas sus energías al surf. La primera novela me encantó, y ésta no decepciona. Hay más historias, la trama es mínimamente compleja sin ser retorcida, y el prota va aprendiendo cosas a la vez que el lector, lo cual me gusta.
Hay partes de la historia que quedan sin explicación y que piden a gritos una tercera novela que las cierre (qué pasa con Sunny, qué pasa con la niña que Boone buscaba desde le novela 1).
