Age is a terrible burden for a gumshoe. Harry Lipkin is 87, plagued with acid reflux, and too sore to mend the broken roof tiles atop his decaying home. When he’s called to a wealthy widow’s home to track down her stolen jewelry, it’s the only kind of case his broken body can handle. Harry Lipkin: Private Eye has a mystery to solve, but the book is more interested in living in Harry’s worn-out shoes than in plot specifics, which gives it room to be a quirky little character study.
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