For wisecracking single mother/professional assassin Gin Bombay, who comes from a line of career killers stretching back to ancient Greece, an invitation to the family reunion brings problems that go well beyond Aunt Jean’s unappetizing potato salad. For starters, reunion business will include the mandatory blood initiation of Gin’s five-year-old daughter, cementing her to the family business; on top of that, Gin’s been assigned to eliminate a spy within the family, who may be her beloved younger brother. Things only get worse when she finds out that one of her marks is a client of her brand new boyfriend, a hunky Australian bodyguard. The beleaguered soccer mom/assassin concept is a winner, and Langtry gets the fun started from page one with a myriad of clever details, like the Hello Kitty phone perched in our heroine’s death lab. The book’s chief flaw is in Gin’s one-liners; unlike the gracefully underplayed wisecracks of Janet Evanovich’s like-minded bounty hunter Stephanie Plum, Gin’s are one-joke affairs—all assassination, all the time—that quickly become grating.