I wanted to like the book, but couldn't quite manage it. The private investigator Dev is an alcoholic womanizer and though he's nice in some ways, he's not really very bright. I guess it's supposed to be humorous, but it wasn't Carl Hiassen, and it failed to amuse. The dire situations Dev got himself into just became tiresome. I did read it all - it was undemanding reading on the bus. It was pretty clear why didn't have any clients, less clear why so many women ended up in bed with him, or seemed to wish to be. The villains were viciously villainous, much more interesting than the detective. So good to see them dealt with.
There were a lot of elements that I felt I would like, yet it just didn't come together for me. If there were a free offer on another of the books in the series, I think I'd give it a try. But on the basis of Mr Swirlee, I wouldn't actually buy one.