The fourth, wild Jack Flippo adventure, “a comic caper worthy of Carl Hiassen or Elmore Leonard, with a uniquely Texas twist.” Booklist
Jack is trying to trace a home movie that could prove there was a second shooter, the so-called “Umbrella Man,” involved in the JFK assassination. To find it, he’s plunges into the world of conspiracy theorists and hucksters, including a woman with an inflatable doll collection in her living room and an ex-cop who drives tourists around Dealey Plaza in his 1963 Lincoln convertible while playing radio reports about the killing. But the assassination Jack should be worrying about is his own… there’s an oxygen-dependent hitman who wants the PI in his crosshairs.
The characters—a cast of Dallas low-lifes intent on double-crossing everyone, especially each other—are sharply drawn and the dialogue could have been cut with a razor. As good as early Elmore Leonard.
His writing is a sort of Sunbelt noir and cocks an amused eye at some of the urban Southwest's small absurdities. The plots are heavy on double- and triple-crosses and other twists.
Swanson proves that the spectacle of really stupid people trying to live by their wits makes for highly entertaining, hyperbolic comedy