Meet Rabbi Ben, master of Torah, Talmud and Taekwondo, kick-ass computer whiz and a quick study on the dark side of human nature. A knight errant and roving troubleshooter, Ben’s clientele invite him into situations where police are unwelcome and discretion is paramount. When $3 million suddenly appears in a California synagogue's bank account, its leaders wonder if their prayers have been answered—until the money evaporates as mysteriously as it appeared. Where did the millions come from? Where did they go? Ben is hired to get some answers.
Young, single and handsome—in a short, redheaded kind of way—the congregation’s divorcees and unhappy wives scheme to extend Ben’s stay, preferably in their beds. Ben fends off their not unwanted advances; he harbors as many secrets as the synagogue leadership.
When Ben is mistakenly arrested for the murder of Temple Beit Joseph's beautiful administrator, he plunges into a dangerous, confusing world of mirrors where friends become foes and no one can be trusted. Ben’s investigation leads him to a decrepit cemetery, a mysterious private bank, a shofar-blowing part-Korean-Jewish cabinet-maker, a Latino gang-banger, and the ultimate in money laundering techniques. Never mind surviving a hit-and-run murder attempt and defusing a clever bomb in his living room.
You don’t have to be Jewish to be enthralled by Rabbi Ben’s audacity, inventiveness and courage. For Whom the Shofar Blows is an engaging, thrilling read from start to finish.