Yeah, I'm Joe Henderson, former Detective Lieutenant in the Westfield NJ police department. Like things aren’t weird enough, I have to put up a web page. I hate this stuff.

Aside from a bullet fired by a maniac at a so-called FBI 'safe house' that blew away most of the bone below my right knee a while ago, my life is pretty good.

Except for that jerk Larry Kaplan, who isn’t content simply to torture me as my dentist, but who also insists on writing books about yours truly.  He’s an inhuman beast with no respect for a poor retired slob of a cop. He keeps it up I may start drinking again.

Kaplan’s latest book, “House Of Ghosts,” starts when I discovered that the world’s meanest old man, Preston Swedge, had become a maggot buffet inside his big empty house just down the street from where I lived with my future ex-wife.

Swedge presented himself as quite the anti-Semite. Juiced up on Wild Turkey, the sick bastard would rant on and on about someone he called “that Jew Rothstein,” though he never said who this Rothstein was or what he had done to piss him off so much.

My cop’s alarm bell rang when I discovered the local Rabbi presiding at Swedge’s funeral. Something just isn’t kosher when a Jew hating bastard like Swedge has a Rabbi at his going away party.

Turns out that back in World War Two there really was a Rothstein. He was a bomber pilot, who planned a renegade mission to liberate the Jews at Auschwitz.  And that’s when he crossed paths with the anti-Semite Swedge, who was working for the US government.

Want to know more? Buy the damn book! Kaplan’s splitting the profits with me, and I got alimony to pay.

Kaplan's Damn Book Tour - (Waste of Time)