Young Tiffany Spencer Logan, private investigator, can handle anything. Except, perhaps, the double homicide of her senior partners. Also known as her parents. It’s hard enough being a lady investigator in Victorian New York City. The fact that the official police force is under state investigation for gross corruption doesn’t help matters. But take into account the fact that Tiffany bitterly resented her parents, and the situation becomes ripe for false accusations.

Excerpt from the Novel 

Foster crossed the room slowly, as if stepping on broken glass. Still several feet away, he stopped. Though he kept his hands loosely clasped behind his back, his coffee-brown eyes searched my face. Sympathetically, I suppose. But to me, they felt rather like the long needles used to probe chair cushions and sofa pillows for hidden evidence.

“Tiffany. How are you?”

In that particular tone of voice, he might have been asking about the weather, or if I had prepared a report on a recent investigation. But instinctually, I detected something deeper. Compassion. A concern that his tone belied. My cover was blown. Foster could read every word written in my heart.

I winced as the needle struck home.

Never let on to your weaknesses, I reminded myself. The maxim had served me well in dealing with all manner of criminals, from the meanest pick pocket to the vilest cutthroat. It would serve me in dealing with a probing distant relation, as well. Tiffany Spencer Logan was never anything but competent and confident.

Shoulders pulled back and boots clamped together, I lifted my chin. “Quite all right, thank you.”


  • Cool fact: In 1884, a young New York state legislator named Theodore Roosevelt headed a committee to examine a grossly corrupted New York City government and police force. High police officials at the time enjoyed glamorous second homes in the country and other luxuries, bought with bribe money accepted from criminals.