Ray Kowalski, a Phoenix homicide detective, expected three quiet weeks of post-surgery rehab. He was wrong. The morning after he checks into Sunset Pines - Scottsdale's most prestigious retirement community - a resident is found dead. Heart attack, say the doctors. Murder, says Ray, who has no warrant, no jurisdiction, and one working knee. To crack the case, he'll have to team up with the last three people he would have chosen: Eleanor Whitfield, 81, a former federal judge who dismantles his arguments in thirty seconds flat; Vernon Dupree, 79, an ex-Marine who solves every problem through direct confrontation; and Gloria Fontaine, 77, a television actress who can no longer quite tell the difference between real life and performance.
Behind Harold Sinclair's death lies a thirty-seven-year-old fraud, forty million dollars in missing pension funds, and a killer no one sees coming. Murders at Sunset Pines is a mystery comedy that makes you laugh out loud - and breaks your heart when you least expect it.
Ray Kowalski, a Phoenix homicide detective, expected three quiet weeks of post-surgery rehab. He was wrong. The morning after he checks into Sunset Pines - Scottsdale's most prestigious retirement community - a resident is found dead. Heart attack, say the doctors. Murder, says Ray, who has no warrant, no jurisdiction, and one working knee. To crack the case, he'll have to team up with the last three people he would have chosen: Eleanor Whitfield, 81, a former federal judge who dismantles his arguments in thirty seconds flat; Vernon Dupree, 79, an ex-Marine who solves every problem through direct confrontation; and Gloria Fontaine, 77, a television actress who can no longer quite tell the difference between real life and performance.
Behind Harold Sinclair's death lies a thirty-seven-year-old fraud, forty million dollars in missing pension funds, and a killer no one sees coming. Murders at Sunset Pines is a mystery comedy that makes you laugh out loud - and breaks your heart when you least expect it.