Someone's declared open season on the women at Clayborne Whittier, Boston's foremost public accountants. The firm won't have to worry about Emma Browne, the senior manager suing over sex discrimination because she wasn't promoted to partner, or Laura Smart, the sexy secretary who provided partner-in-charge Don Clarke with service that went beyond straightening his desk. Even Theresa Mars, the panhandler who's been a fixture outside Clayborne Whittier's building, has been bashed to death. The police think that loyal, conservative partner Roger Singer, threatened with getting ""transitioned out"" of his job, should get a lawyer; but Teal Stewart, the can-do woman who was named a partner instead of Emma, can't see Roger as a killer--especially when the alternatives include do-nothing partner Frank Sweeny and Teal's own flamboyant senior manager, Amy Firestone, who swears that something's rotten with the Micro-Answer account. But could the real motive for this unseemly violence lie buried years deeper? A satisfyingly intricate first novel, stronger on puzzle and atmosphere (hostile) than on the characters who've stirred up all the fuss.