Book : Flush - Hiaasen, Carl

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A hilarious, high-stakes adventure involving crooked casino boats, floating fish, toxic beaches, and one kid determined to get justice. This is Carl Hiaasens Florida-where the creatures are wild and the people are wilder!You know its going to be a rough summer when you spend Fathers Day visiting your dad in the local lockup.Noahs dad is sure that the owner of the Coral Queen casino boat is flushing raw sewage into the harbor-which has made taking a dip at the local beach like swimming in a toilet. He cant prove it though, and so he decides that sinking the boat will make an effective statement. Right. The boat is pumped out and back in business within days and Noahs dad is stuck in the clink.Now Noah is determined to succeed where his dad failed. He will prove that the Coral Queen is dumping illegally . . . somehow. His allies may not add up to much-his sister Abbey, an unreformed childhood biter; Lice Peeking, a greedy sot with poor hygiene; Shelly, a bartender and a woman scorned; and a mysterious pirate-but Noahs got a plan to flush this crook out into the open. A plan that should sink the crooked little casino, once and for all.ReviewCompulsively readable with a cleverly conceived resolution. . . . Fans ofspy stories, action, environmental intrigue, and, well, Hiaasen, will cheer forthis one. - The BulletinAbout the AuthorCarl Hiaasen has been writing about Florida since his father gave him a typewriter at age six. Then it was hunt-and-peck stories about neighborhood kickball and softball games. Now Hiaasen writes a column for the Miami Herald and is the author of many bestselling novels, including Sick Puppy and Nature Girl.Hoot, Hiaasens first novel for young readers, was the recipient of numerous awards, including the prestigious Newbery Honor. Flush, his second book for kids, spent more than a year on the New York Times bestseller list. His latest offering for young readers is Scat, an eco-mystery set in the Florida Everglades.You can read more about Hiaasens work at carlhiaasen .Excerpt. © Reprinted by permission. All rights reserved.The Coral Queen had gone down stern first in twelve feet of water. Her hull had settled on the marly bottom at a slight angle with the bow aiming upward.She was a big one, too. Even at high tide, the top two decks were above the water line. It was like a big ugly apartment building had fallen out of the sky and landed in the basin.Abbey hopped off my handlebars and walked to the water’s edge. She planted her hands on her hips and stared at the crime scene.“Whoa,” she said. “He really did it this time.”“It’s bad,” I agreed.The Coral Queen was one of those gambling boats where passengers line up to play blackjack and electronic poker, and to stuff their faces at the all-you-can-eat buffet. It didn’t sound like a ton of fun to me, but the Coral Queen was packed to the rafters every night.There was one major difference between Dusty Muleman’s operation and the gambling cruises up in Miami: The Coral Queen didn’t actually go anywhere. That’s one reason it was so popularBy Florida law, gambling boats are supposed to travel at least three miles offshore-beyond the state boundaries-before anyone is allowed to start betting. Rough weather is real bad for business, because lots of customers get seasick. As soon as they start throwing up, they quit spending money.According to my father, Dusty Muleman’s dream was to open a gambling boat that never left the calm and safety of its harbor. That way, the passengers would never get too queasy to party.Only Indian tribes are allowed to run casino operations in Florida, so Dusty somehow persuaded a couple of rich Miccosukees from Miami to buy the marina and make it part of their reservation. Dad said the government raised a stink but later backed off, because the Indians had better lawyers.Anyway, Dusty got his gambling boat-and he got rich.My dad had waited until three i
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