Oh Danny Boy: A Molly Murphy Mystery (Molly Murphy Mysteries)
Rhys Bowen
Language: English
Pages: 336
ISBN: 1250081149
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
In turn-of-the-century New York City, Irish immigrant Molly Murphy is contemplating giving up PI work for something a little less complicated, less exciting. Molly has had quite enough excitement recently, thank you very much. Especially from the handsome but deceptive NYPD captain Daniel Sullivan, whom she'd like to avoid completely. But when Daniel is accused of accepting bribes and lands himself in the Tombs, the notorious city jail, he begs Molly to help prove he was framed, and after everything they've been through, she cannot turn him down.
As she finds herself drawn further and further into the case, she begins to fear that Daniel's trouble is related to one of his investigations-catching the Eastside Ripper, a serial killer who is targeting prostitutes.
Oh Danny Boy marks Edgar Award finalist Rhys Bowen's triumphant fifth installment in her New York Times bestselling Molly Murphy mystery series.
Ink and Bone (The Great Library, Book 1)
Time to Depart: A Marcus Didius Falco Mystery (Marcus Didius Falco, Book 7)
The Sins of the Wolf (William Monk, Book 5)
A Body in the Bathhouse (Marcus Didius Falco, Book 15)
earshot. I looked around me. Here on the boardwalk there was a steady stream of pedestrians, but down those steps, on the beach, or maybe under the boardwalk, it would be completely dark now. A good place to go for a stolen kiss, perhaps, but also complete darkness for more sinister motives. Except—I watched figures going up and down those steps. She would only have to scream and help would be at hand. And if he killed her down there, how in heaven’s name did he manage to carry the body to a
Horse was still there, he’d remember me. He might help me. But as I approached the little bar where he had been sitting, I saw that it was closed and shuttered. I glanced back. Quigley was right behind me. There was no sign of Jimmy the tree man, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t following, too. I had no other option but to continue onto the pier. I realized this was stupid, as soon as I’d passed through the gateway. Now I’d be well and truly trapped. Instead of running straight ahead, I ducked to
to have some fun.” “The police lab has been able to confirm that the hair found in the police wagon matched Rosa Rosetti’s,” Mrs. Goodwin said. “She was, beyond a doubt, transported in that wagon. A blood spot was found nearby and I believe they also have ways of identifying blood types these days.” “What do you say to that, Quigley?” Captain Paxton exclaimed. “Byrne, Connelly!” Two constables came running. “You’re fools, the lot of you.” Quigley spat out the words. “Meddling, interfering
know better about missing prostitutes in the area? And what can happen to us here in the midst of this crowd?” Her face was a mask of hate. “It’s not just that. The Eastmans killed my husband—they and their cronies. They beat him to death. I won’t rest until they are all behind bars or dead themselves.” “I can understand you’d feel that way,” I said. “Believe me, I’d want justice too, if it had happened to my man, but I can’t let this chance slip through my hands. You wait over here, if you
his interaction with a known gang member and to intercept the money changing hands. I don’t see how you intend to prove that we didn’t witness what we did.” I faced him, looking him straight in the eye. “Oh, I believe you did witness it exactly as you said. But Daniel was meeting this gang member in good faith. He was supposed to be receiving a list of names, not a bribe. He believes, as I do, that the whole scene was orchestrated by somebody intent on his downfall. You were brought to the spot