I've always been a fan of books that take place in America, especially, during an earlier period in time. This had been my first introduction to Rhys Bowen. I took a gamble and chose the latest of her Molly Murphy series hoping that it would stand on its own. I had my fingers crossed; I was not disappointed. This character-driven tale scattered thought-provoking seeds of curiosity from chapter to chapter that never relinquished my undivided attention. Our heroine and leading protagonist reacted to challenging situations as they surfaced, knocking them down one by one. The storyline was not overburdened with too many characters thereby making for a smooth, easy to follow read. Rhys Bowen had belted this one out of the park.
I was fascinated by the early twentieth century depiction of everyday life in New York City. Back in it's heyday, it was truly the city of wonder long before it had become known as The Big Apple.
Our protagonist, Molly Sullivan (Murphy) is married to NYPD Police Captain, Daniel Sullivan. I can't justify giving Molly the title of stay-at-home mother. That she was not. They had a young son, Liam. The year is 1906.
Unexpectly and out of the clear blue, Daniel accepts a clandestine mission offered by the director of The Secret Service. The request had come from the top, President Roosevelt, himself. Daniel gratefully accepted and gave a solemn oath not to reveal the details of his assignment to anyone. Not even to his wife. That would prove to be a tough one.
Several days after Daniel's departure, Molly received a cryptic letter from him requesting her help; that was uncharacteristic of him. She knew that he wouldn't have asked unless it was urgent. Without delay, she packed some clothing and with her toddler in tow, was headed out West to the city by the bay, San Francisco. She had no idea what laid ahead.
After spending five sleepless days on a train, she had finally arrived. Back then, the city had still been referred to as the wild west and by all accounts seemed fitting. She hadn't bargained for it's rough and tumble ways but when push came to shove, she was a chameleon.
She found herself painfully immersed in a disturbing homicide case and had witnessed rampant bribery at the highest levels. She had endured enough, too much, and had ached to escape this forbidden city. But it was not meant to be.
Unpredictably, with no warning, the ground had begun to protest, first with an angry rumble that quickly swelled into a deafening roar. Then all hell broke loose that ultimately unleashed an earth-shattering violence that unmercifully shook the city to its very core. Time had stopped dead in its tracks. An earthquake of unprecedented magnitude brought the great city crashing to its trembling knees. And the walls came tumbling down. On the morning of April 18th in the year 1906 at precisely at 5:12 a.m., the Great San Francisco earthquake made its debut in history. It came at a deadly price.