John Delacourte, aka JD, Johnny D, The Sax Machine (and a couple of other less choice nicknames), is trying very hard to relax. Six months retired from getting shot at in the Army Rangers he lands a gig in an old friend's jazz band, reconnecting with his saxophone. Then the old friend goes missing, the cops don't care and the Russian mob is all over his ass. Miami in August was always hot. It just got hotter.