Jimmy Favreaux isn't your typical private investigator.He's a Midwestern transplant with a soft spot for hockey, bad coffee, and people who lie badly. After two unfortunate run-ins with a Zamboni machine (don't ask), Jimmy trades ice rinks for palm trees and opens a modest PI shop along the Florida-Georgia line.Life's been quiet-until Doug Thompson walks through the door, desperate to find his missing wife, Ruth, who vanished somewhere between baggage claim and long-term parking at the Jacksonville airport. The case seems straightforward... right up until the name Jack Powers shows up in the file. Jack is the man who ruined Jimmy's life once before-and may be behind Ruth's disappearance, too.With the help of some colorful tourists, a grumpy casino dealer, and his own questionable sense of direction, Jimmy dives into a mystery that tangles family secrets, old grudges, and a suspiciously timed corpse in a hotel room. Somewhere between the pines and the palm trees, he'll have to decide what's worth saving: the truth, his reputation, or his neck.Zamboni Is Not a Pasta blends humor, heart, and just enough danger to keep readers turning the pages. Perfect for fans of Carl Hiaasen, Spencer Quinn, and anyone who thinks a good mystery pairs well with a grin.