After surviving the previous fall's harrowing adventure in Maine, the Camp Shoemaker group of friends has gathered at the fabulous Penmoor Resort in Colorado Springs. They are looking forward to relaxation, rest, and lots of time to visit with each other, but before they have been together for twenty-four hours, the past of one of the members of the group catches up with him. A desperate, bleeding man staggers on to their tour bus and begs to be hidden because he says his life is in danger. In one morning, three murderers converge on the hotel's elegant day spa. One person dies. Stolen art work, a soldier from the Soviet-Afghan war, a deranged and disgruntled former employee, a dangerous blizzard, and random attacks from every direction conspire to keep these senior citizens from having the drama-free vacation they'd hoped to enjoy in the Colorado mountains. In this sequel to I Have A Photograph, unanswered questions are addressed, and complex Russian connections become clear. Disguises, confusing identities, an anonymous corpse, and a near-death threat from hypothermia remind these older people that they are never quite free from their past exploits.
