Living life on the lam and working wherever she can earn a paycheck, Helen Hawthorne has a knack for keeping a low profile. Her latest career cul-de-sac is in the complaint department of a snooty country club, which has lately dropped its standards so low that even Helen's sleazy ex-husband is welcome . . . .
Once people were dying to get into the Superior Club in South Florida. Now they're just dying.
Helen's living a life of quiet desperation in the Superior Club's complaint department, dealing with the petty gripes of the rich and spoiled. Then Rob, her deadbeat ex-husband, sails back into her life aboard the private yacht of his new lady, Marcella--known as the Black Widow for her string of dead spouses. The day after Rob gets a sock to the kisser from Helen, he's reported missing and his shirt is found covered in blood. Has the Black Widow struck again? Then why is Helen led from the club in handcuffs?
When Marcella helps Helen get released, they enter into an uneasy alliance to find out what really happened to Rob. Helen's barely begun digging, however, when a club patron is discovered, his membership permanently expired. And he's not alone. Seems someone got more than a little teed off and killed the two with the nasty end of a seven iron. It's up to Helen to get to the truth--without getting clubbed herself . . . .
