In Befeler's cleverly plotted if somewhat sleepy second cozy (after 2007's Retirement Homes Are Murder), 85-year-old crime magnet Paul Jacobson, who suffers from short-term memory loss, moves from Hawaii to Boulder, Colo., to live with his middle-aged son, his son's wife and their 12-year-old daughter. On the plane, Paul sits next to a sales representative for Colorado Mountain Retirement Properties, who's dead by flight's end from what's later determined to be a martial arts body blow delivered while most other passengers were asleep. Once in Boulder, Paul attends a CMRP presentation, where the speaker winds up dead with a broken neck. Suspecting CMRP is involved in fraud, Paul launches an investigation with the help of his aspiring sleuth granddaughter that grows to include other cases. Adding spice is Paul's old girlfriend from Hawaii, who admires Paul of the "Geezer Enforcement Squad" for not letting age or disability get in the way of his living life to its fullest. (Apr.)Copyright © Reed Business Information, a division of Reed Elsevier Inc. All rights reserved.
A memory-challenged senior drives the police crazy perpetrating what looks like a one-geezer crime spree. Paul Jacobson (Retirement Homes Are Murder, 2007) is still on the plane from Hawaii when it begins. Waking from a nap, he shoves the guy in the next seat off his shoulder and discovers that Daniel Reynolds, sales rep for Colorado Mountain Retirement Properties, isn't sleeping. He's dead. Too bad Paul can't remember a thing about the murder. His memory resets every time he falls asleep, so if he hadn't found the note he left in his own shirt pocket, he wouldn't even have known he was flying to Denver to move in with his son Denny and daughter-in-law Allison in Boulder. Denver's Detective Hamilton lets him go after questioning, but Boulder's Detective Lavino isn't so lenient, especially after Paul finds the body of Randall Swathers-another Colorado Mountain rep-in the parking lot of the Centennial Community Center. Soon Paul's a regular at the Boulder lockup. He's hauled in on suspicion of bank robbery when he gives a store owner a bill marked from a dye pack, accused by fellow geezer Nate Fisher of cutting down his tree, even fingered for leaving behind dog poop while walking the family pooch. It gets so bad that Paul's prepubescent granddaughter Jennifer volunteers to act as his lawyer, with payment in Hawaiian stuffed toys. It's hard to beat a team that includes a wisecracking old fart and a straight-talking young sprout, and Befeler's second geezer-lit entry delivers.