From the dust jacket cover: "Joanne Hunter's secure suburban world is flying apart. Her husband of nearly twenty years has walked out. Her best friend Eve, once her Rock of Gibraltar, is strangely distant. And her grandfather, who provides the only parental comfort Joanne has left, lies ill and helpless in a nursing home. Like the unfinished swimming pool in her back yard, its deep end yawning ominously below her bedroom window, Joanne feels hopelessly empty, lost in a void of despair.
And then there are the phone calls. The raspy voice on the other end is neither young nor old, not quite a man's, yet not quite a woman's. At first merely an unsettling annoyance, these calls soon become something more. In her Great Neck, New York, community, three housewives have been brutally murdered, and Joanne fears the killer now may be stalking her. But no one-not the police, nor Eve, nor her husband-takes her worries seriously. As she desperately tries to get on with her life-caring for her two daughters, finding a job, even awkwardly attempting her first date in over twenty years-the menacing caller persists. And soon all Joanne Hunter can think about is the growing horror that comes with each ring of the telephone, and the disembodied voice that whispers in her ear...'You're next.'"