<p>Meet Harry Lipkin: Part Sam Spade, part Woody Allen, all mensch. <br> <br>Harry Lipkin is a tough-talking, soft-chewing, rough-around-the-edges, slow-around-the-corners private investigator who carries a .38 along with a spare set of dentures. He’s not the best P.I. in Miami, but at eighty-seven, he’s certainly the oldest. His latest client, Mrs. Norma Weinberger, has a problem close to home. Someone has been stealing sentimental trinkets and the occasional priceless jewel from her; someone she employs, trusts, cares for, and treats like family. The suspect list reads like the cast of <i>Clue</i>—the chauffeur, butler, maid, chef, and gardener all seem to have motive, access, and a lot more moolah than they should.<i> </i>With the stakes fairly low and blood pressure that's a little too high, Harry Lipkin must figure out whodunit before the thief strikes again.</p>