No place could be safer than the wealthy, high-security, retirement community of Essex Park. Located on a former plantation in Virginia, the residents felt safe from all the problems of modern America. The residents of Essex Park were afflicted with declining memories as time took its toll, but oddly, inheritances seemed to be vanishing too. Redneck detective, Clydesdale, discovered a clever scam that could relieve the victims of their cash and use the victims' failing memories to avoid detection. There was a fox in the hen house. When the scam turned into murder, there was an oversupply of suspects. There was a closeted executive director, an owner with mob connections and a staff member with a taste for young, oriental, boy toys. Short, ugly, sharp-witted and horse-hung, Clydesdale had to use all his assets to get to the bottom of the complicated scheme involving fraud, murder and even prostitution.