To the aftermant of the War Between the States; Reconstruction; the yellow fever epidemic; and a society deaf to women; Jamai Allen must add a friend accused of murder.
"Murder! They said it was murder!"
Jamai's lovely face was worried as she drew in a ragged breath. "Someone is dead and we know nothig about it, not even who it is."
The riverboat rocked, breaking into her thoughts. She grasped the rail as she puzzled at the horror toward which she was traveling. Feeling strangely weightless and weak, she found her way to a deck chair and sat down, closing her eyes.
"When we get to Memphis, the truth will be found soon enough. We will get the straight of it," she vowed to herself.
Her anguish eased as she relaxed in the sun. "I'm going home to Memphis-how I've wanted to. But not like this. No, no, not like this."
The ghost of a smile appeared as she recalled her first ride on a riverboat...
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NOTE: is now on Kindle as e-book. Have just asked for and received my rights back, may publish with Author's den.
Tralee, Ireland. September 1948.
An arrogant, and highly agitated, priest arrives home after 40 years.
Days later he's dead. Suicide? Or did his past catch up with him?
Sometimes, vacations just don't turn out the way you hoped they would. An idyllic wilderness house boating get-a-way soon turns into a hellish nightmare...
Ireland 1944.. A young man’s body is pulled from the River Lee. He’s wearing a distinctive silver ring that belonged to Paudy Daly, the eldest son of the notorious Mixer Daly. Why?
