“Glued to the pages” Dru’s Book Musings “A very specially crafted ‘whodunit’ style mystery by an author with an impressive flair for originality.” Midwest Book Review “Colorful characters sure to enchant the reader… A suspenseful whodunit.” New York Journal of Books Book 1 in this award-winning, endearing cozy murder mystery series. Young, overworked medical intern Sarah James has no time for sleuthing. Her elderly neighbors, the spunky Fog Ladies, have nothing but time. When old ladies start to die in their elegant apartment building in San Francisco, Sarah assumes it is the natural consequence of growing old. The Fog Ladies assume murder. Mrs. Bridge falls off a stool cleaning bugs out of her kitchen light. Mrs. Talwin slips on bubbles in the bath and drowns. The Pacific Heights building is turning over tenants faster than the fog rolls in on a cool San Francisco evening. Sarah resists the Fog Ladies’ perseverations. But when one of them falls down the stairs and tells Sarah she was pushed, even Sarah believes evil lurks in their building. Can they find the killer before the killer finds them? A very specially crafted 'whodunit' style mystery by an author with an impressive flair for originality and a distinctive narrative storytelling style all her own. --Midwest Book Review Filled with laughter, fun, twists, and turns... A mystery, a story of friendship, and a thoroughly entertaining book.. --Readers' Favorite The colorful characters are sure to enchant the reader, and the mystery will keep them guessing until the surprising finish. A suspenseful whodunnit. --New York Journal of Books With a series of twists and turns, McCormick builds intrigue... Just as the fog lifts as the day unfolds, Sarah uncovers the truth for the Fog Ladies. --Finalist, Killer Nashville Falchion Award for Best Cozy An atmospheric, cozy mystery...an entertaining whodunit...deftly crafted...with a light touch of interlaced humor. --Ray Walsh, Lansing State Journal Glued to the pages as I had to know who was doing what to whom or was it just their imagination... When I thought I had it figured out, the author changed direction... The play-by-play action reaches a frenetic pacing [in] a race against time. Life goes on in the building complex and I look forward to their next foray in this pleasant, appealing series. --Raven Award Winner Dru Ann Love of Dru's Book Musings I was on the edge of my seat wondering when and how they would finally fit the pieces of the puzzle together... I had so much fun reading The Fog Ladies. Fans of cozy mysteries would do well to pick up a copy of this thoroughly entertaining book. --Long and Short Reviews --Winner of Long and Short Reviews' Book of the Month I thoroughly enjoyed this book and would love to have my own group of senior ladies to meet with like Sarah does. I could really use the Fog Ladies advice and of course baked goods! --Reader Views Read about Enid Carmichael, 80-year-old busybody from The Fog Ladies: Enid Carmichael here. I am not a busybody and I am not a lush, as some would say. I am an eighty-year-old crusader for safety in our elegant Pacific Heights apartment building where tenants are dying faster than the fog rolls in on a cool San Francisco evening. I am a Fog Lady, which means my friends can count on me like early morning fog burning off by midday. There are six of us, and all but one live together in this jinxed building. Well, we're not six anymore, are we? Muriel Bridge fell off a stool cleaning bugs out of her kitchen light. Mrs.Talwin slipped on bubbles in the bath and drowned. Or so they say. Sarah, a young doctor-in-training in the building, thinks we are dying because we are old. What does she know? She's overworked, overtired, overstressed. Plus, she's in her twenties.She hasn't seen much of life. I might be eighty, but I'm not dead yet. I have eyes. And my apartment does perch right above the front door. My hearing is sharp. Much sharper than people give me credit for. There are some benefits of being old. I often see and hear things people don't intend. I saw Tommy, the handyman, with his new jewelry and his fancy new clothes. Tommy doesn't have that kind of money. But the dead tenants did. And Tommy has keys to their apartments. And I know about Mr. Glenn. I heard him muttering about us. He doesn't like the Fog Ladies. Not since that nasty business with Muriel Bridge.Not since his wife died. He thinks we were to blame, as if we'd stopped Bessie's heart with our very own hands. Hmph. Frances Noonan won't hear of any bad talk about Mr. Glenn. She doesn't even believe there have been murders, that evil lurks in our building. She sees too much good in people. Or if she even considers murder, she thinks it's Big Owen and Chantrelle, those ne'er do well teen parents she got us mixed up with from her hospital volunteer project. Her and her good works. Well, the killer might be Big Owen and it might be Tommy and it might be Mr. Glenn, but whoe