If I wanted to be more than a little simplistic, I'd paint this entry in Randy Wayne White's Doc Ford series as about 80% Travis McGee, with 20% of Dave Robicheaux thrown in, for moodiness and supernaturalism. That's a little too easy, though. If coming up with books like this were that easy, a lot more people would be doing it.
The premise is that our as-ever-reluctant hero is dragged into investigating the desecration of the grave of a long-dead child. Doc would much prefer to be running his marine biology supply business, as usual. But, also as usual, events and character propel him ever forward.
I've been reading this series in order, and found this to be the best entry yet. Very little feels padded, and the suspense builds throughout. The final chapters are just about as thrilling as words on a page can get.
As always, White lets Ford's drug-fueled buddy Tomlinson have all the best lines. I've said this before, but I'm also impressed at how White allows Ford's first-person narration to reveal more about Ford than Ford himself knows. As writer's tricks go, that's a pretty good one.