To quote Guardians of the Galaxy, “What a bunch of A-holes.”
I normally read science fiction and fantasy, with the occasional historical fiction thrown in for fun, which explains how I had never read a Carl Hiaasen book before Razor Girl. The book was handed to me by a friend after our flight from Guayaquil, and I’ve never been one to pass on a free book, especially since I had given away my just-finished reading material to another friend before the flight. 
The depth of Hiaasen’s characters is impressive. People who appear for only a page or two have quirky details thrown in with their introduction, making them oddly memorable. Somehow, every character has quirks that makes them less likeable, though an active dislike builds up for the primary characters over chapters of interaction, rather than immediately.
The main character, (Food) Inspector Andrew Yancy, has a collection of character flaws that make you wonder how he was ever a cop (even in the Florida Keys), must less still not in jail. That said, he is one of few characters that you may grow to like; at his core, he has good intentions. He unwittingly ends up working with Merry, a con woman who decides he needs her help. (She’s right.) They wind their way through a missing person’s case, with some clues provided by Yancy’s day job… yes, somebody really clipped their beard into a vat of quinoa with the restaurant’s best kitchen shears. Don’t ask about the mystery meat at that other restaurant.
In short, if you want to read about a wretched hive of scum and villainy with fantastic plot twists, this book is for you.