QUEENPIN meets MISS FISHER’S MURDER MYSTERIES in this feminist noir set in Roaring Twenties New York.
Aspiring reporter Ginny Dugan’s always looking for a good time and a great story. She finds both when a wild night out ends in her witnessing the kidnapping of a torch singer at Harlem’s hottest speakeasy. Ginny teams with a brooding private eye to crack the case— but the dirt they dig up under her glittery world might be the death of them.
It’s long past midnight, but Ginny Dugan is wide awake as she jumps out of the cab on Lenox Avenue, stretching her arms towards the sky. The lights of Harlem’s finest nightclubs bounce off the blue scales of her dress. Tonight, these swank joints will draw big crowds with their velvet cords and gleaming silverware, promising polite waiters and dancers who never stop smiling, but Ginny’s been around long enough to know better. The best thrills in this city are hidden in the shadows, and you can snag some real sparkle if you don’t mind getting your hands dirty.
Mary has to hurry in double time to catch up with Ginny’s quick steps. A few stray curls come undone from her barrette, the scarab beetle in its center winking in the low light.
“You sure this is the place?”
A dull yellow streetlamp flickers against an old brownstone with no distinguishing marks except a crooked bronze eighty-three. As the summer breeze rattles a discarded newspaper past the entrance, Ginny wonders if they made a wrong turn. But the rhythmic hum beneath their feet is unmistakable, and her painted lips stretch wide as she pulls her friend towards the door.
“There’s no doubt about it. This is our night, Mary, just you wait.”