Killers of a Certain Age (Killers of a Certain Age, #1)

by Deanna Raybourn

“Monos Muertos. What does that mean?” “Dead Monkeys,” I answered, pushing my glass away. “We’ve been drinking dead monkey wine.” Natalie shrieked and dropped the bottle. “It’s not made from dead monkeys,” Mary Alice said. “It’s a marketing gimmick.”