The distant music seemed to come from the back of the house. Kay stepped onto the golf-course-green lawn and wandered past the front windows. They were closed and vacant. She checked for curious neighbors and crept around the side of the house. Smooth jazz drifted softly from an open window as she approached a redwood gate. She heard female voices behind the house, and she recognized both of them.

Excerpted from Age Matters by Peggy Dougherty. Look for my novel Age Matters on Amazon … but not quite yet.