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Boca Daze

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by Steven M. Forman

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Retired Boston cop Eddie Perlmutter returns in Steven Forman's Boca Daze. Since moving to Boca Raton, Florida, Eddie's busted Russian counterfeiters, solved at least two murders, thwarted neo-Nazi harassment, and gained justice for a number of those who couldn't do it for themselves. This "Boca Knight" knows no fear-except perhaps when he's facing the


Retired Boston cop Eddie Perlmutter returns in Steven Forman's Boca Daze. Since moving to Boca Raton, Florida, Eddie's busted Russian counterfeiters, solved at least two murders, thwarted neo-Nazi harassment, and gained justice for a number of those who couldn't do it for themselves. This "Boca Knight" knows no fear-except perhaps when he's facing the intimate challenge of sex as a sexagenarian. But Eddie may have met his match when he tries to shut down a string of illegal pill mills and finds himself a financial scammer as big as Bernie Madoff.

Armed with his unfailing wit, his Boston-bred fighting skills, and his courage in the face of danger that would make any sensible retiree head for the comfort of his condo, Eddie's walking on gimpy knees straight into the most dangerous game of his never-dull life.

Editorial Reviews

Publishers Weekly
Set in Boca Raton, Fla., in 2006, Forman’s amusing third mystery featuring retired Boston cop Eddie Perlmutter (after 2010’s Boca Mournings) finds the 61-year-old bantam weight PI, dubbed “the Boca Knight,” tackling the local “pill mills,” which inappropriately supply people with powerful narcotics. Eddie also looks into the beating of a homeless man called Weary Willie as well as a financial fraud case involving an investment company head, B.I. Grover, who Eddie’s business partner, Lou Dewey, a reformed computer fraudster, suspects is running a Ponzi scheme. (While researching Grover, Lou comes across another name, Bernard Madoff, but Eddie says, “Forget Madoff for now.”) When a confrontation with gun-toting hoods leaves innocents dead, Eddie gets some unexpected help from gang leader Mad Dog Walken and a spunky homeless woman known as Three Bag Bailey. Readers will want to see plenty more of Eddie, who’s as adept with his wits as with his fists. (Dec.)
Library Journal
Boca Raton's go-to PI Eddie Perlmutter, better known as the "Boca Knight," is itching for action. In his third outing (after Boca Mournings), he and partner Lou Dewey tackle prescription drug trafficking, violence against the homeless, and a Ponzi scheme that foretells Bernie Madoff's (this is 2006). Personal attacks soon make it apparent that Eddie's instincts are spot-on and that his police and boxing skills will come in handy. VERDICT This humorous series packs plenty of punch, and its ensemble cast is developing nicely. In between the jokes, readers will appreciate how Eddie solves the cases and helps achieve justice for the victims. Try with Tim Dorsey and Carl Hiaasen fans for its irreverent humor, love of Florida, and respect for the underdog.
Kirkus Reviews
A 61-year-old ex–Boston cop continues to adapt to life in Florida. Eddie Perlmutter likes Kugel's Deli, his live-in girlfriend Claudette, who sort of resembles Halle Berry, and his transformation from Boston cop to Boca Raton private eye. He's become friends with the reporter who dubbed him the "Boca Knight" for his tilting at perps and who now wants him to mount a crusade and investigate the fatal bashing of homeless man Weary Willie. Eddie huffs and puffs but agrees to look into matters. First, though, he has old Doc Hurwitz to deal with. Doc's granddaughter Shoshanna has become a victim of the No Pain-U-Gain Clinic, which dispenses drugs to all comers. There's also the shady goings-on at B.I.G. (standing for B.I. Grover), the splashiest Ponzi scheme ever to send well-heeled retirees into destitution and back into the workforce. With the help of Three Bag Bailey, who claims to be Weary Willie's wife, Eddie is soon playing fast and loose with shooters, bombers and the Overtown Outlaws, a gang of thugs loyal to Mad Dog Walken, and living up to his reputation as local hero--although not before a home explosion almost kills him. Like Boca Mournings (2010, etc.) and its kin: tough, mean and surprisingly sappy when Eddie carries on conversations with Mr. Johnson, the penis he deems in need of frequent encouragement and little blue pills.
From the Publisher

“The incomparable Eddie Perlmutter returns for another wild and wicked thrill ride across Boca Raton and beyond. I love this guy--and this series.” —Douglas Preston, author of Impact, on Boca Mournings

“This novel is long on clever dialogue and character development. Mystery readers of all stripes will like what they find here.” —Booklist on Boca Mournings

Boca Mournings is a riotous, ribald look into the wacky world of South Florida. Not since Hiaasen has anyone captured the pothole-marred, driving-impaired, and geriatric-dominated zaniness as well as the new master of the comic crime novel Steve Forman.” —Jon Land, bestselling author of The Seven Sins

“Mystery fans who like their operatives macho with an offbeat sense of humor will certainly enjoy this book and look forward to the next in the series.” —Library Journal on Boca Knights

Product Details

Tom Doherty Associates
Publication date:
Eddie Perlmutter Series , #3
Edition description:
First Edition
Product dimensions:
5.82(w) x 8.52(h) x 1.23(d)

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Boca Daze



Some people say I'm a senior-citizen superhero. I'm not. Superheroes have special powers. I have special needs. Superman has X-ray vision. I'm nearsighted. Batman has a Batmobile. I have a Mini Cooper. Spider-Man spins large webs. I have an enlarged prostate. I was Boston's most decorated and demoted policeman in my prime and the best marksman on the force. Now, I'm just a sixty-one-year-old ex-Boston cop trying to adapt to life's changes. I retired to Boca Raton three years ago, and after solving local crimes and rescuing two damsels in distress, I became a private detective. A young newspaper reporter looking for a story dubbed me the Boca Knight, and the name stuck. I'm a little guy, barely five foot six, 165 pounds. But I'm fearless and that makes me bigger.

I had just sat down at the counter at Kugel's Boca Deli and ordered a cup of coffee when an old man tapped my shoulderand asked if I was the Boca Knight. I nodded. "Eddie Perlmutter," I said, and held out my hand.

"Herb Brown." His hand felt like old iron. "I'm a big fan of yours."

"I'm a big fan of the US Marines," I said, pointing to the SEMPER FI insignia on his cap. "You live in Boca, Herb?"

"I retired here thirteen years ago."

"Enjoying your retirement?"

"Not really," he said. "My wife died five years ago."

"My wife died over twenty years ago."

We retreated to our coffee cups, both of us thinking of lost love.

"When were you in the Marines?" I asked.

"World War Two."

"Did you see action?"

"Yeah, in the Pacific," he said. "Tarawa."

"I never heard of it."

"I wish I hadn't," Brown said.


"Two thousand Marines killed in three days," he told me.

"How many Japanese?"

"Who cares? I know I didn't kill any. I never got off the beach."

"What happened?"

"I got shot in the ass."

I didn't know what to say ... but I knew what not to say.

"Aren't you going to ask me if I was retreating?" Brown asked irritably.

"No, but it sounds like someone did ... and you're still pissed."

"Wouldn't you be?"

"Damn right," I said.

"You would have made a good marine." Herb Brown patted my shoulder.

"I was never in the service."

"You were a street soldier."

"The streets could be a war zone sometimes," I agreed.

"They're worse now with the illegal immigrants."

"I don't talk about religion or politics."

"Me neither," he said. "But I don't like that black senator from Illinois. How would you like having a liberal black man from Kenya as president someday?"

"How do you feel about having a conservative white man from Texas as president today?"

The old soldier smiled. "Good point."

"Hey, Eddie," a familiar voice called. Steve Coleman, a friend from Boston, came up behind me and rubbed my shoulders like a trainer rubs a fighter. "How's my favorite superhero?"

"I'll ask him when I see him," I said. "Say hello to Herb Brown."

They shook hands.

Steve glanced at his watch and ordered a coffee to go.

"What's the hurry?" I asked.

"Investment club meeting in fifteen minutes."

"Has your club ever made money?"

"Never," he admitted. "But that's changing tonight."

"Do you plan to rob a bank?"

Herb chuckled.

"Better," Steve said. "B.I.G. Investments has agreed to take our money."

I stopped in mid sip. "You're making money because someone is taking your money?"

"Not just someone. B. I. Grover."

"I never heard of him."

"Everybody's heard of him," Steve insisted.

"I never heard of him either," Herb Brown said.

"He's been making more money than anyone in the investment business for thirty years. He never loses," Steve bragged.

"Everyone loses," Herb Brown said.

Steve smiled indulgently.

"What's his rate of return?" Brown asked.

"Twelve to twenty percent."

"That's unbelievable," Brown replied.

"Yes, it is," Steve agreed.

"Then why do you believe it?" I asked.

Steve patted my shoulder. "Grover is a genius, Eddie. His clients are big-time businessmen, charities, and celebrities. His fund has been closed for years."

"Why is it suddenly open?" I asked.

"It's not sudden. It took us two years to get in. We got lucky."

"Or unlucky," Brown said. "How much did you invest?"

"Twenty guys at two hundred and fifty grand. That's his minimum." Steve glanced at his watch again. "Gotta go, money never sleeps."

Steve was barely out the door when Brown said, "And a fool and his money are soon parted."

"You think he's being foolish?" I asked.

"No one beats the competition all the time. Something isn't kosher."

"A lot of smart investors think he can."

"Who says they're smart?"

"Are you an investor?" I asked Herb.

"Yeah. I've had my money with a rock-solid company named Lehman Brothers for years."

I nodded but the name meant nothing to me.

"Is Steve a good friend of yours?" Herb asked.

"He's my best friend's brother-in-law," I said, referring to Togo Amato from the North End of Boston. Togo had been thebest man at my wedding forty years ago and one of my wife's pallbearers twenty years ago. "I'd say we're pretty good friends. Why?"

"You're a licensed private investigator in Florida, right?"

"Over a year," I confirmed.

"Maybe you should do your friend a favor and investigate B. I. Grover."

"Why would I want to do that?"

"If something sounds too good to be true it usually is."

"It's none of my business," I said. "Besides, it's too late."

"It's never too late to help an old friend," my new friend said.

Copyright © 2012 by Steven M. Forman

Meet the Author

STEVEN M. FORMAN grew up in the Boston area. Boca Daze is his third comic mystery featuring Eddie Perlmutter. Forman and his wife live in Massachusetts when it's warm, and Boca Raton, Florida, when it's cold.

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Boca Daze 3.9 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 7 reviews.
Anonymous 11 days ago
Funny, touching and suspenseful
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It was OK; but not as good as his previous ones. Probably won't read any more books of his.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I laughed I cried I want to read more Eddy Perlmutter stories
jp1025 More than 1 year ago
This was the worst book in this series by far. It was just too far fetched, and the "hero" of the book is just way too egotistical and obnoxious for my taste. And by the way, does the author even realize that none of the recordings obtained from Eddie's eavesdropping gadgets would be admissible in a court of law? Save your money.
gloriafeit More than 1 year ago
Eddie Perlmutter, a 61-year-old p.i. in Boca Raton, FL, is still a crusader who cannot, it seems, help himself: He has to save whatever otherwise lost causes present themselves, from homeless people living on the streets, beaches or wherever else, to the endangered sea turtles with nests on the shores. A former Boston cop who, as he says, was that city’s “most decorated and demoted policeman in my prime and best marksman on the force,” he retired to Boca three years ago. Widowed for many years, he is now living with his gorgeous [and much younger] Haitian-born girlfriend [whose own claim to fame includes cutting a man’s head off with a machete before leaving Haiti], still working with Louie Dewey, computer genius extraordinaire. Eddie having been dubbed the Boca Knight, and attained not a small bit of celebrity, by a young newspaper reporter, following an anti-Nazi rally in Palm Beach, among other things, he runs the Boca Knights Detective Agency, with Louie’s invaluable assistance. Louie is only one of many other quirky characters with equally quirky names, e.g., “Three Bag Bailey,” a homeless woman, and Liam Michael “Mad Mick” Murphy, a journalist from Key West. Although brutal and violent in many spots, the book is filled with humor, as were the two earlier entries in this series. He is obviously very fond of his adopted State. Eddie mentions in one instance that “over a thousand endangered species live in South Florida. The Early Bird is not one of them, and in another, when about to drive after sustaining a serious head injury, and asked if he is fit to drive, he responds “I’m in better condition than most drivers in Boca.” Always a crusader and “a sucker for a good cause,” Eddie promises to look into an attack on a homeless man dubbed “Weary Willie” [after the sad-faced clown of many years ago] - - apparently the homeless problem in Florida just as bad as, if not worse than, any other part of the country - - and uncovers several other criminal activities along the way, including political corruption, and erstwhile pain clinics, really “pill mills,” apparently another blight in Florida, with millions of pills sold annually in strip malls and office parks by non-medical corporations. But the worst crime uncovered is one reminiscent of the Bernie Madoff affair [with the latter even making a cameo appearance]. Don’t let the fact that Eddie is on speaking terms with a particular body part be off-putting; it’s really just another aspect of this very funny book with a wonderful protagonist who has a tendency toward random philosophical musings. It is a terrific and fast read, and I look forward to the next book in the series. Parenthetically, I loved the tip of the hat to the Mystery Bookstore in Pineapple Grove as well. Highly recommended.
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