I admit I may be biased in favor of this story, simply because of its subject matter, which is one my family is dealing with currently.
Frank is a retired police detective, living in an assisted living complex. Frank's memory is, at best, shaky. He can't always remember what day it is, or the names of his neighbors (although in the case of at least one neighbor's name, Hockensmith notes drolly, "forgetting it had been a choice.")
But now a series of crimes are happening in the complex -- maybe. Unless someone is imagining it in senile dimensia. Can Frank pull himself together long enough to catch the culprit? And what if he is the culprit?
Witty, touching, and a twist at the end. What more do you want?
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