Death in Saratoga Springs (Gilded Age Mystery)
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From the slaughterhouses of Manhattan to the elite enclaves of Saratoga Springs, private detective Pamela Thompson follows a trail of death and deception left by a Civil War hero. . .
Death In Saratoga Springs
New York City, 1894. Captain Jed Crake is a decorated veteran of the Union army and a successful mogul in the meatpacking industry. But this powerful man also has a hidden private life as a predator of young women. Working for attorney Jeremiah Prescott, private investigators Pamela Thompson and former NYPD detective Harry Miller are engaged to search for a maid allegedly abducted by the captain. . .
Before they can find the missing woman, Crake's dark history catches up with him and he is murdered in a posh hotel in Saratoga Springs. As fate would have it, Pamela's ward, Francesca Ricci, working as a chambermaid in the hotel, is accused of the crime. Now, in this pastoral playground of the idle rich, it's up to Pamela and Miller to find Crake's killer--as well as his victim--and save an innocent girl from a fate worse than death.
Praise for Death of a Robber Baron
"O'Brien captures the colorful details and varied characters of an opulent era deftly." --Publishers Weekly
"A pleasingly detailed look at the age of the robber barons along with enough strongly characterized suspects to keep readers guessing." --Kirkus Reviews
"The author skillfully weaves in fascinating details about American social history. Pair with Stefanie Pintoff, and also recommend for fans of Rhys Bowen's ‘Molly Murphy' series." --Library Journal
He was palming the pearl handle. “Is it what I think it is?” Virgil smiled. “Yes, it’s a sword cane from a shop in Paris near the Palais Royal. It has proved useful on New York City’s waterfront, where James’s shipping company is located. On occasion, I’ve had to fend off villains who would have robbed him. I doubt that I’ll need to draw it in Saratoga Springs. But I keep it handy, just in case.” He leaned the cane against the wall. The hotel waiter came with iced tea. He and Virgil exchanged
“Mrs. Thompson, could you draw me a picture of the patient and his situation at the hotel? Mr. Wooley spoke in rather general terms.” Pamela identified Jason, sketched his life’s history, and described the symptoms of his illness. She didn’t mention the Crawfords by name. Carson listened attentively, occasionally seeking a clarification. When she finished, he was briefly silent, a reflective expression on his face. “In layman’s terms, Mr. Dunn appears to suffer from a personality disorder. As
staying. Harry will spy on him. Then you and I will go to the hotel ballroom for a dance—they call it a hop.” “I’d be delighted. Who knows, a clue could turn up in the most unexpected moment.” After supper, Pamela went to her room to prepare for the dance. Prescott walked to the station to meet Harry’s train. When Harry stepped onto the platform, Prescott hardly recognized him. He was wearing a beard and a moustache, and had darkened his hair. He proudly stroked the beard. “After you
Rachel. Pamela and I will search the town for her.” He turned to Harry. “Keep close track of Shaw. You will probably find him at Canfield’s Casino. We’ll meet you there.” They searched for Rachel throughout the town. Finding her seemed hopeless. This was now high season in Saratoga Springs. Guests filled all the hotel porches and occupied every rocking chair. Carriages and pedestrians flooded Broadway and moved at a snail’s pace. The restaurants and saloons were packed, and the gambling dens
else could have killed Crake? It would have to be a very clever man with opportunity and motive. A few days later, when the district attorney had formally charged Shaw with Crake’s murder, Harry Miller felt it was time to deal with another piece of unfinished business, Karl Metzger. Misleading reports of his alleged role in the Crake murder had put his job at the hotel in jeopardy. If he were fired, he faced unemployment, homelessness, and destitution. Wooley thought Metzger had been too