The Last Note of Warning
A Mystery
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- 12,99 €
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- 12,99 €
Descrizione dell’editore
The Last Note of Warning is the third in the luscious, mysterious, and queer Nightingale mystery series by Katharine Schellman, set in 1920s New York.
Prohibition is a dangerous time to be a working-class woman in New York City, but Vivian Kelly has finally found some measure of stability and freedom. By day, she’s a respectable shop assistant, delivering luxurious dresses to the city’s wealthy and elite. At night, she joins the madcap revelry of New York’s underworld, serving illegal drinks and dancing into the morning at a secretive, back-alley speakeasy known as the Nightingale. She's found, if not love, then something like it with her bootlegger sweetheart, Leo, even if she can't quite forget the allure of the Nightingale's sultry owner, Honor Huxley.
Then the husband of a wealthy client is discovered dead in his study, and Vivian was the last known person to see him alive. With the police and the press both eager to name a culprit in the high-profile case, she finds herself the primary murder suspect.
She can’t flee town without endangering the people she loves, but Vivian isn’t the sort of girl to go down without a fight. She'll cash in every favor she has from the criminals she calls friends to prove she had no connection to the dead man. But she can't prove what isn't true.
The more Vivian digs into the man’s life, and as the police close in on her, the harder it is to avoid the truth: someone she knows wanted him dead. And the best way to get away with murder is to set up a girl like Vivian to take the fall.
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Schellman's sharp third outing for Vivian Kelly (after The Last Drop of Hemlock) gives the 24-year-old gumshoe one week to solve a murder. In 1920s New York City, Vivian spends her nights pouring drinks at the Nightingale speakeasy and her days working for a small dress shop. Her day job lands her in trouble when she delivers a dress to Evangeline Buchanan's Fifth Avenue mansion for a fitting. With Evangeline absent, her husband, Huxley, pours Vivian a cup of coffee before he's summoned to a business meeting in another room. Vivian dozes off; when she awakens, she rouses an unconscious Huxley, only to find he's been fatally stabbed. The blood that police find on Vivian's hands makes her a prime suspect, but a friend connected to the police commissioner helps spring her from jail and brokers a deal that gives her seven days to track down and deliver the real killer to the authorities. As Vivian races to clear her name, she unearths some surprising connections between Huxley and one of her close friends, leading her to fear the truth might hit close to home. The fair-play plotting takes several clever turns that will keep even the best armchair sleuths on their toes. This continues Schellman's winning streak.