The Burned Out Old Broads

Perculator Rasmussen lay face-down, spread-eagled on the dining room floor of Meadow Lakes Retirement Community. The back of his head was smashed in, his throat was cut, a nylon cord was around his neck. There was a bullet hole in his jacket and a knife in his back.

"Are we sure he's dead?" Mary Rose McGill asked.

"If he isn't," Wiley Vondra said. "He'd better have damn good insurance."