(pb; 1995: twelfth book in the Kinsey Millhone mysteries)
From the inside cover:
"When Kinsey Millhone agrees to do a favor for Henry Pitts, her lovable octogenarian landlord, she literally gets taken for the ride of her life. The family of a recently deceased WWII veteran wants her to find out why the military has no record of his service. All Kinsey has to do, she thinks, is cut through some government red tape. But when the dead man's house is ransacked and his old army buddy is beaten up, she quickly realizes he was not all he seemed. Before long Kinsey is trailing crooks halfway across the country, impersonating a hotel maid, tangling with a baseball-bat-wielding grandmother, and running from one very dangerous character. With her money almost gone and her nerves frayed, Kinsey's got to solve a decades-old crime and make it back home in time for Henry's brother's wedding. . . if she can make it back at all. . ."
A good deed on Kinsey's part becomes more than that when she's forced to go on an interstate roadtrip with Ray Rawson, an untrustworthy ex-con, and his immature, deceptive daughter. Kinsey and company are being pursued by a psychopathic "former celly" of Rawson's, Gilbert Hays, who kills everybody who gets between him and what he wants: revenge, and loot from a decades-old crime.
Another straightforward, sometimes edgy, always entertaining Kinsey novel, this.
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Followed by 'M' is for Malice.