1959.The Russians have a rocket in the sky, America has the jitters, and on the rocky coast of Maine a nuclear naval base keeps its secrets behind wire and searchlights.
Two miles down the road sits Hatchet Lodge, a home for the retired, where the biggest excitement is Thursday bingo.
Or so it seems.
In the space of a few weeks, four residents die suddenly. Natural causes, says the doctor. Their rooms are barely aired before the new guests arrive: an American couple, a Frenchwoman, an Englishwoman, and Major Charles Wren, who has come from England with a stiff upper lip, a leather diary, and a deep dislike of being called Chuck. He says he's come for the sea air. Nobody in the Cove can quite say why the others have come at all.
Something is leaking out of the base. Washington wants answers. Moscow wants them first. Commander Halloway, the handsomest man the Cove has ever seen, has been sent to find the leak, and every lady in town would like to help him look. Police Chief Henry Dalton and Officer Peggy Ames start asking questions nobody wants answered. And Aunt Martha, armed with a casserole and absolutely no fear, gets in everybody's way.
The Cold War has come to Cutlass Cove. Eyes down.