Then the treasurer of Valencia Palms - the one man who asked her to look at the books - turns up dead in the pool pump room, and everyone accepts "heart attack" except Rose. The newsletter's numbers don't add up. His pill organizer was full. And numbers don't lie; people do the lying.
With a grumpy ex-homicide detective, a 79-year-old former Rockette who runs the community's gossip economy, and a retired pharmacist who knows what doesn't belong in a heart patient's Thursday slot, Rose follows the money - into a scheme that's been quietly bleeding her neighbors for years, run by someone who understands the darkest advantage in America: no one looks at old people.
Which is exactly why four of them make the perfect detectives. A warm, witty, clean mystery - Book 1 of the Valencia Palms Mysteries. Also available in paperback and large print.