Stranahan hadn't wanted to give up his job, but it had been discreetly explained that for political reasons the state attorney could not keep on staff an investigator {even a productive one} who had killed a duly elected judge {even a crooked one}. So Stranahan had accepted the ludicrous buyout and purchased himself an old wooden stilt house in Biscayne Bay, where he had lived mostly unmolested for years until Hurricane Andrew smashed the place to splinters.
Stranahan was reluctant to leave his job as an investigator, but it was made clear that political reasons prevented the state attorney from keeping on staff someone who had killed a judge, even if he was crooked. As a result, Stranahan took a buyout and moved to a rustic wooden house in Biscayne Bay, seeking a quieter life away from his previous work.
He lived there for several years mostly undisturbed until Hurricane Andrew destroyed his home. The storm's destruction marked a significant turning point, forcing him to confront the loss of his secluded retreat and perhaps reconsider his life choices.
