She's not Miss Marple. Her friends are no Charlie's Angels. Nevertheless, 75-year-old Gladdy Gold and her gang of eccentric Fort Lauderdale retirees are out, about, and hunting down a killer-one who is silently stalking them.
Selma Beller was the first to go-but Gladdy and her neighbors never suspected murder until another of their friends died in an eerily similar way. Now a handsome young detective won't listen to them, Hy Binder won't stop telling them dirty jokes, and crazy old Greta Kronk is doing everything humanly possible to make herself into a suspect. But amid the endless rounds of poolside kibitzing, early-bird specials, bittersweet memories, and interminable grocery-shopping trips, Gladdy and her gals are about to discover how the murders are being committed. And when it comes to catching this culprit-time really is running out...
