Harry Broll's wife is missing; he figures Travis took her. He needs her signature on a paper so he can make a wad of profit in Caribbean real estate. Hearing the words "real estate", McGee knows it's a gimme whatever Harry is involved is slimy and a lot more dangerous than any alligators they might have had to dislocate to build the condos Harry salivates for. Trav ends up on a Caribbean island dodging one of those fiendish psychotic villains he keeps running into, as well as a dune duchess named Lady Jillian who goes for tan, sandy types...
preferably ones who don't say "No".