Ginger and Jemma are trapped at a horse ranch on the Big Island during a tropical storm where somebody's playing out Agatha Christie's 'And Then There Were None.' But with their own Menehune version. As victims drop one by one like rotting fruit on a mango tree, can our amateur sleuth, with the help of her quirky assistant, find the murderer(s) in time? Or will they be the 9th and 10th Menehune victims? And for crying out loud, why aren't the ghosts any help?!