Billie, Helen, Mary Alice, and Natalie are supposed to be retired assassins, but they are once again in someone's crosshairs and realizing that assassination is a difficult career to retire from. They are in their sixties and, although older and wiser, have physical limitations that make the gig harder. So they are understandably cranky and a bit snappish with each other. However, they are still a team, they know each other well, and are capable of quick and inspired planning.
Most of my pleasure in reading this novel was based on Raybourn's authorial voice. She lets us oldies sympathize with the women's aches, pains, reluctance and reservations while also smiling at our recognition of our identification with those same things. No matter what you are retired from, when forced back into the traces, we balk like old horses when they see a cart. She references recent pop culture just enough (Would Marie Kondo approve? Does this murder spark joy?)
I find it interesting how many books I've run across recently that feature female assassins. My library delivered both this book and Louisiana Longshot within a very short time and I purchased Katya Noskov's Last Shot by a local author too, not so long ago. It feels like a safe way to channel some of the anger that modern life kindles in my soul.
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