By Elaine Viets
Florida is the land of scams. Some are cruel and some are bold, like the scammers who made fake phone calls that seemed to be from the Lee County Sheriff’s Office. The crooks told people they had outstanding warrants or subpoenas and were facing criminal charges. To avoid arrest, the victims had to buy gift cards and read the gift card numbers to the scammers.
But one scam makes me sick.
The imposter nurse.

These are people pretending to be nurses. Like the Florida scammer who helped treat more than 4,400 patients. This fake nurse gave the hospital a license number, which matched a registered nurse with the same first name but a different last name. The scam nurse claimed she’d recently married and promised to give the hospital a copy of her marriage license. She slid by with that excuse until she was offered a promotion. The hospital did more checking and found out the woman didn’t have a valid license – for marriage or nursing. The sham nurse was fired, and then arrested. She faces a slew of felony charges.

I couldn’t resist using an imposter nurse in Beach Blonde Betrayal, my new Florida Beach mystery. In this novel, a fake nurse’s bumbling kills an innocent man.
Beach Blonde Betrayal starts with a heroic rescue. A park employee saves the cat of a rich South Florida woman. The stubborn feline nearly became gator food until the man, armed only with a flimsy litter pick up tool, saves the cat from the jaws of an alligator. The daring rescue was witnessed by Norah McCarthy, the Florida woman who own the Florodora apartments, built in 1923 by her grandmother, a former showgirl.
The Florodora is a four-story white stucco creation with a red barrel-tile roof, built in the Spanish Colonial style that suits the subtropical climate. Norah’s grandmother sang and danced in the 1920 Broadway musical, Florodora. Grandma met Johnny Harriman, and at 16 she eloped with the millionaire. She loved Johnny until the day he died.
Which was a year later.
Handsome, happy-go-lucky Johnny died in an accident involving a champagne bottle and a chandelier, leaving Norah’s Grandma a rich widow. She moved to Peerless Point and built the Florodora on a narrow strip of land between the ocean and the Intracoastal Waterway.
Grandma’s career as a showgirl was considered shocking, even though her costume was stunningly modest. She wore a ruffled Edwardian walking costume with long gloves, a picture hat, and a parasol. Never mind that the only bare skin was her face. She was on the stage, and that was so wicked her parents disowned her.
Grandma was scandalous enough to be an early Florida Woman. She rented to benign versions of the breed, and Norah honored that tradition.
The book also has plenty of Florida Men and Women. You’ve seen the headlines:
“Florida Man Broke into Random House, Ran Bath, Cooked Dinner to Avoid Going Home to Angry Wife.” He was a wimp compared to the Florida Woman who shoplifted “Seven Lobsters Down Her Pants.”
And here’s my personal favorite: “Naked Florida Man Tries to Force His Way Into Home Thru Doggie Door.”
Then there was the Florida Man who claimed people were “eating his brains.” He hijacked an SUV and tore across a golf course, fishtailing on the fairway, plowing tire tracks into the sod, and jumping bunkers, spraying sand everywhere.
The chase ended in the most Florida way possible. The man was captured after he slammed his stolen vehicle into a nursing home. No one was hurt, though the golf course’s turf was badly torn up.
The Florodora residents are all a little, well, different. They include an artist, a glamorous ex-model who grows weed, a Shakespearian actor, a writer and an ex-cop in witness protection. One Florodora resident finds a young woman strangled on the beach. She is the first of several victims, and life comes to a standstill in the beach town of Peerless Point. Worse, one of the Florodora residents is accused of murder. Norah is sure he’s innocent, and sets out to save him.
But back to those imposter nurses. That’s just Florida, right? They have nothing to do with the saner parts of the country.

Except many imposter nurses have sham sheepskins, issued in South Florida.
Turns out the feds shut down three bogus South Florida nursing schools that were selling diplomas and transcripts. The schools issued more than 7,600 fake nursing diplomas.
Seven thousand six hundred nurses around the country with fake credentials.
Nurses installing IV lines, dispensing medication, and changing dressings.

Think about it.
Or maybe not.
Beach Blonde Betrayal debuted Tuesday. Buy your copy here:
You’re right. It is sickening to think someone would pretend to be a healthcare professional. There’s no end to how low people will go.
But being unemployed as a healthcare provider is story fodder when used well. Your post made me of the TV show Trapper John MD back in the 80’s. As I recall, in the pilot episode, Gonzo Gates arrives on the campus of San Francisco Memorial during, I think, a mass event & begins treating patients, only for Trapper to find out he doesn’t technically even work there. But then of course, Gonzo is hired onto the team.
It’s one thing when it’s fiction, but we sure don’t need people faking it in real life.
Amen, BK.
Having lived in Florida for 30+ years, I can see what you’re talking about.
Good luck with the book. It sounds great.
Thanks, Terry. You seem so sane after 30 years here.
Probably because I moved to Colorado in 2010!
Wow, 7,600 fake nurses around the country? It boggles the mind. Sounds like great fodder for your book, though, Elaine. 😉
Every time I’m at the hospital I wonder if any of the local fakes are working there.
End territories in the US like Florida and California tend to be where the crazies and extreme eccentrics end up. They’d like to go further, but they can’t afford Hawaii or Alaska. The South is also very English in our love and acceptance of eccentrics.
There’s a fun YouTube short channel dedicated to all things Florida crazy from its animals to its people called Omgitswicks where he “activates his flip phone,” aka shows clips of Florida nonsense.
that site is hilarious, Marilynn. Thanks for dropping by.
I think my Dad might have had one of those fake nurses…
Lord, I hope not, Deb.
Elaine, been waiting for the release of ,I.Beach Blonde Betrayal and just bought it!.
I sure hope law enforcement puts out public alerts and has a database with names of the fakes so medical facilities check out their employees.
Thank you, Debbie. I hope you enjoy the book.
The nursing scam is terrible, but Florida doesn’t have exclusive rights to nutty people. Take the man who drove around with his naked, dead wife for five days before he was caught. All because he stopped at a drive-thru for a hamburger and the window cashier called the cops…
Yikes! As my dad used to say, “I wonder what his deal was?”
Brrr. That’s a horror movie, Patricia.
Love your Florodora apartments and the kooky/wacky/fun community of Florida types there, Elaine.
The fake nurse scam on the other hand is chilling. I had no idea, but certain people are drawn to the easy path. Having helped nursing students find resources during my library career, becoming a nurse is anything but easy–a great deal of hard work and study is involved.
The scam is doubly bad, Dale, because nurses are one of the most esteemed professions.