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I wasn't enraptured by the first book in this series by Deanna Raybourn, Killers of a Certain Age, but I thought it was OK enough to give this sequel a try.
Result: I was (even) less fond of this one, and I probably won't pick up book #3, if there is one.
The series' gimmick is that four women "of a certain age" form a closely-knit team of professional assassins, working for the "Museum", an organization dedicated to ferreting out villains worldwide, and delivering rough, very rough, justice. This entry has the foursome on the trail of an Eastern European gangster, the son of a previously-dispatched baddie. He is disposed of easily enough (page 92), but unfortunately the team finds itself in subsequent mortal danger from … whom? Well, that's a mystery.
Not to be sexist, but… OK, to be more than a little sexist: The book suffered from over-description of irrelevant details about clothing, food, scenery, architecture, interior decor, … I classify this as "Sue Grafton Disease", and it's just not my cup of tea. A lot of international travel, leading me to wonder if Raybourn was able to deduct her own travel as "research".
In addition, the "lighthearted wisecracks" I (kind of) liked in the previous book, just fell flat for me here, not working at all. The four teammates seem to spend a lot of time mean-spirited sniping at each other. Raybourn also seems to have doubled down on what I characterized as "explicit, sometimes gory, violence" in the first book. Lots of blood and detailed descriptions of rough altercations.

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