It all begins with a funeral in New Jersey. Carol Neulander is laid to rest while a rabbi recites a prayer and handfuls of dirt are thrown onto her coffin. The author is good. He quickly points out the fact that Carol’s loving husband, Rabbi Fred Neulander was visiting one of his flock just nine hours before the murder, for “some afternoon love.” Fred was the head cheese at a local synagogue. He tells the police that he had a great marriage, but his son Matthew says that his mother asked for divorce only days before the murder. At the shiva for his dead wife, Freddie tells how many Jews does it take to change a light bulb jokes. The police hear rumors of affairs and it heightens their interest in the rabbi. He met his wife, Carol, at Trinity College in 1962. While at the WASPY Connecticut school, the Queens, NY native decided to become a rabbi. It was a career choice, not a calling. Carol came from money. Fred did not, but they shared a Jewish background. Like the Jefferson’s, he was movin’ on up. By 1974, Neulander had his own synagogue in Cherry Hill, N.J. His congregation consisted of mostly well heeled doctors, lawyers, and others with money. He gave long and entertaining sermons. Some found him charismatic, while others believed that he was a con artist. In 1992, he met Elaine Soncini. He performed the service when her husband died. The mover and shaker wasted little time and got to know the grieving shiksa; in the biblical sense, only days after the funeral. Elaine converted from RC to Judaism. A short time later, Carol is killed. The holy man visited his mistress the next day and told her “when God closes a door. He opens a window.” The police discover another shiksa mistress, Rachel, who also converted to the Freddie’s old time faith. I think that I need a score card. The wandering rabbi was given his walking papers and half of his $111,000 salary as severance. For that kind of money, I would renounce my atheism, put on a collar and pass the collection basket. Baby needs a new pair of shoes. Fred becomes friends with a reformed ex-con named Peppy Levin. While playing racquetball at Gold’s gym, he tells Levin that he wishes he would find his wife dead on the floor when he gets home. Bad news for Neulander, as a determined Irish-Catholic cop, Marty Devlin, investigates the case like a bulldog. A stranger than fiction character enters the picture. Len Jenoff, a college dropout and half assed private eye had befriended Neulander and is “hired” to look into the murder. Six years later, Jenoff meets the D.A. and Marty Devlin and has an incredible story to tell, involving the rabbi, the security of the state of Israel, and his participation in the murder. Holy s***, this is entertaining! The trial begins with witness after witness testifying as to Neulander’s wish to off his wife. His son, Matthew takes the stand against him. Even as a non-believer, I have always been captivated the phrase, “the sins of the father,” sometimes for very personal reasons. The trial portion and verdict end the book, and the author is too brief in the details. He includes many religious prayers and practices in Hebrew, which I found tedious and unnecessary. I am reading for the criminal nitty gritty and don’t need a theology lesson. Therefore, The Rabbi and the Hit Man is an average entry in the field of true crime.