Nobody took any notice of the first victim. He was from out of town, probably took a dip when he was drunk. The second victim DID make waves. The head of the city's Chamber of Commerce found in a suitcase with a toy rubber alligator lodged in his throat. now that was headline-hitting, bizarre even. In Carl Hiaasen's violently funny first caper, reporters, cops, politicians and a very hungry crocodile do a danse macabre round the Everglades that makes Miami Vice look like Play School. . .