Hamish DeLuca and Regina “Reggie” Van Buren have a new case—and this one could demand a price they’re not willing to pay.
Determined to make a life for herself, Reggie Van Buren bid goodbye to fine china and the man her parents expected her to marry and escaped to Boston. What she never expected to discover was that an unknown talent for sleuthing would develop into a business partnership with the handsome, yet shy, Hamish DeLuca.
Their latest case arrives when Errol Parker, the leading base stealer in the Boston farm leagues, hires Hamish and Reggie to investigate what the Boston police shove off as a series of harmless pranks. Errol believes these are hate crimes linked to the outbreak of war in Europe, and he’s afraid for his life. Hamish and Reggie quickly find themselves in the midst of an escalating series of crimes.
When Hamish has his carefully constructed life disrupted by a figure from his past, he is driven to a decision that may sever him from Reggie forever . . . even more than her engagement to wealthy architect Vaughan Vanderlaan.
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Rachel McMillan is a history enthusiast, lifelong bibliophile, and author of the Herringford and Watts series. When not reading (or writing), Rachel can be found at the theater, traveling near and far, and watching far too many British miniseries. Rachel lives in Toronto where she works in educational publishing and is always planning her next trip to Boston. Facebook: RachKMc1; Twitter: @RachKMc; Instagram: RachKMc.
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Chicago March 19 40
When Luca Valari was in a room you had two choices: leave or step aside to await acknowledgment. When Arthur Kent's scuffed shoes clacked the floor of the lakeside facing warehouse, they took him directly to the left of Luca, leaving the latter with ample room in the middle of the cavernous space, broad doors open to the pre-spring day beyond.
From Luca's vantage, beyond the headline he held up to the light, the Windy City was blue on blue: horizon meeting rippling waters, intersected by men in high-end demi-yachts and sailboats, enjoying the first thaw as the remnants of ice glistened under glaring sun. He folded the page of newspaper back into its neat square and tucked it into his pocket.
Luca smoothed an invisible crease from the double breast of his bespoke jacket. Then turned, obsidian eyes flashing in Kent's direction. "What are you doing here?" Luca was waiting for a man called Phin Murphy.
"I'm in the market —"
"For my shoving you into Lake Michigan?" Luca rarely let anything break his composure, but he hated this man and the lake was cold and spread before him, wind whistling over the wood slats of the floor and rippling the tarps and sails hung haphazardly on the wall. He could usually coax followers into play, mold them into what he wanted, but he had little respect for men who couldn't keep their loyalties rooted. Sure, Arthur Kent had followed the now-dead Suave around for years, but his next step shouldn't have led him to the man on the opposite side of Suave.
"Last I saw you, you were weaseling up to Suave at my Flamingo Club."
"Two years is a long time."
"I don't trust you."
Luca knew he had a reputation for leniency. A soft touch. Didn't get his hands dirty. He shot a look at Kent and wondered if it was time to break his own rule.
Phin Murphy arrived before Luca gave in to his inclination.
"Well. You two have met?" Phin said.
Luca tapped his shoe impatiently. Had Salvatore Ferragamo leather ever crossed these ratty boards?
"Heard you had dropped off the face of the earth, Valari."
Phin looked him over.
Luca hadn't seen him in years, and the smartly slicked brown hair showed the slightest trace of gray. He kept his voice light. "I don't know if I would refer to Canada as such ..."
"But they're at war ..."
Luca raised a shoulder and said lightly: "Doing my bit for the war effort. I am just not sure I want to invest in that war effort."
He took a nonchalant step in the direction of the open slat that offered a clear view of the sun dimpling Lake Michigan. He dug his hands in his pockets.
"Well, I heard you were sniffing for Beantown again. But finished with night clubs, perhaps."
Luca kept his face blank. He loved Boston. Had been looking for a way to get back. There were good times there. Good times and pretty girls to be sought in the rhythm of Roy Holliday's band. Good times that smelled like popcorn and beer from the stadium stand at Fenway, that echoed in the laugh of his cousin.
Luca cleared his throat. "I like Boston. There are several smart people there who don't mind looking to creative ways to turn a buck."
Phin grinned. "Munitions."
"Well? People need them, don't they? There are factories, an easy shipping route." Luca didn't fancy smelling fish and gasoline all day, but he wouldn't have to be there.
"It's a well-known fact you never get your hands dirty," Phin said. "That you are never responsible. I figured perhaps since the accident happened ..." Phin turned his head over his shoulder at Kent, perhaps the first notice the man had warranted since the two other men entered the scene.
Everybody had a breaking point. Or, as Luca called it, a weakness. Something that turned their head and drove them beyond themselves. Some might think of it as a path to redemption. Luca knew it to be a thorn in his side. One of the few analogies that stuck from church services he had long abandoned attending. He swallowed, taking the words in stride, then inhaled a deep breath and swerved to dagger Phin with his eyes.
"What are you saying?" Luca stole a look to Arthur Kent, who stared at his shoes.
"The surest way to kill a weed is to hack at the source. But there is also virtue in choosing to aim where the bullet will harm the most ..." Phin paused. "Seems that cousin of yours is still ripe for the picking. Set up a little consultation business in the North End of Boston. Same address as your old office."
A chill tickled over Luca's spine and settled at the back of his neck. It ended in a reflex that grabbed Phin's collar and squeezed tight. "You're right." Luca's teeth were clenched. "I don't get my hands dirty. At least I haven't" — Luca drew a breath —"
enunciated each consonant.
Phin cocked his head to the side. "Interesting." He pulled out a map and returned to their earlier conversation. "Fiske's Wharf."
He pointed to an edge on a curve of blue. "You know Boston.
It's prime real estate for ... for what you want to do. But remember what we spoke of on the phone; I am only showing you this because I want in on the cut."
"There are two ways in here. There's an architectural firm: Hyatt and Price. In it for slum housing developments. Highly politicized views."
Luca raised a shoulder. "I don't go in for politics."
"There's also this fellow named Kelly. Rough around the edges. But owns it. Has quite a few men under his thumb, too.
Including some involved in baseball."
Phin lifted a shoulder. "Apparently. The right cops turn an eye. My source says there's one who is a little green. Doesn't get his hands dirty. But he hasn't met anyone with your charm yet."
"You're still here?" Luca flicked a look at Kent.
"I was thinking I might also go to Beantown. I miss it." Kent took a step toward them.
Luca didn't hide the disgust from his face. "I don't trust you."
"Give old Art a chance."
"Art?" Luca had never bothered learning the man's first name.
He was just Mark Suave's leech.
"I didn't do anything to you, Mr. Valari."
"Exactly. You didn't do anything. You were a shadow."
Luca jangled the keys in his pocket. "Fine. Go see this Kelly fellow. You can put up with the fish and gasoline. Find out what is happening there. But don't tell him who sent you."
"I'm not —" "Stupid? Foolish?" Luca stabbed him with a look. "Then go find a Nathaniel Reis in the North End. Housing Development."
"And do what with him?"
"Do nothing with him." Luca let annoyance slip into his voice.
"Just listen around. Find out what he's doing. What new properties are going up. What he thinks of this new Wharf development.
If something is happening in the North End, Reis will know about it."
"One of yours?" Phin asked.
"How will I contact you in Boston?" Phin watched Kent retreat.
"You won't. I'll be in touch." Luca turned to the water ruefully, studied the sun streaming over the little licks of waves. "I lived here as a boy for a few years. I remember it clearly as a man, but there are moments when the light hits the water and it takes me back."
"Luca Valari the sentimentalist."
"I am turning sentimental, aren't I?" He smoothed his face into a look that on some men would have been indifference, but on Luca Valari was just guarded charm. "Just means it is time to leave."
MurderCityofLiberty_1P.indd 5 12/11/18 12:39 PMCHAPTER 2
Boston April 19 40
There really never was a good time to drown. But this particular March had been unseasonably cold, and promised spring long in coming. The slosh of the Charles River warmed by ribbons of June sun would have been preferable to the crusted sludge of leftover ice rimming the harbor, or so thought Reggie Van Buren as she bobbed up and down like a buoy.
A New Haven Van Buren ought to have perished an old, wealthy woman, tendrils of snow-white hair falling around a satin pillow, comforted in the knowledge that she would be interred in the family plot, her soul destined for paradise — not with water up to her nose, choking as it lapped in and out like a tide over her chattering teeth. But a New Haven Van Buren also might have had the propriety to insist upon the use of her given name and not the "Reggie" she so preferred. The Reggie she was just hearing now in a rather frantic yet familiar voice.
"Reggie!" Hamish DeLuca's panicked voice reached into the hollow dome of her cement cave. "Reggie!"
"I was s-stupid.
She treaded poorly, her arms feeling like gelatin, her posture rather lacking the swimming lessons she had received informally alongside her family's schooner on regatta day.
Reggie strained to rise above the lapping water. She took turns treading and raising herself as high up on her toes as she could. Rotating and wondering why she failed to complete the ballet classes her parents enrolled her in as a child. Standing on tiptoe might have added inches to her height and allowed her to clear her mouth of the water. As it was, her calf muscles strained. She said something that came out in a series of bubbles before glugging, rising upward, and noticing for the first time how the fog from her icy breath rippled over the water. If she couldn't understand herself, how would he?
"S-slipped," she said again, trying to make him out in shadow. "H-Hamish." She tried again. Funny, usually he was the one with the stutter. Hamish DeLuca with the stutter and the bit of a handshake and that one pesky dimple and those big blue eyes. Her own eyes fluttered. Maybe she would never see him again. She would just slip under the water and rest her heavy eyelids. She blinked until a stream of torchlight buttered the dark walls, crystalizing the percolating water drips around her, and then the figure of her rescuer, whose blue eyes looked even more brilliant than usual in the eerie glow of the flashlight.
Hamish dropped to his knees. "Take my hand."
"This didn't turn out as I expected," she chattered.
"Reggie, we don't have much time." His voice rippled as he looked frantically at her and then over to the grille she had stared at since she got into the mess, watching the water level rise and fall and rise and fall until it made her dizzy. She clung to his hand a moment.
"We should have gone with plan B."
Hamish growled. "We didn't even have a plan A."
"You're my hero, Hamish." She patted his hand with her icy one. "It was so nice of you to come."
"Reggie, just take my hand."
Hamish said something she was altogether certain she had imagined in her half-frozen and very soggy state. And then, of course, he recklessly jumped in to get her.
* * *
For the past two years, nine months, and four days, from the moment Hamish DeLuca awoke, brushed his teeth, and combed his tumbly black hair from his forehead into some semblance of order, he thought of holding Reggie Van Buren. From the moment he bolted back a cup of espresso, passing his roommate in the kitchen, holding her more tightly. Then over a quick stride a few blocks to the Van Buren and DeLuca office on the second floor of a building wedged directly adjacent to the Paul Revere House, the feel of her lips, the eagerness of her touch. He thought of holding Reggie as she hung her coat and hat in the corner before scooting down a flight for her morning bout as a stenographer at Mildred Rue's temporary employment agency. He thought of holding her at lunch when she unwrapped the waxed paper from an egg sandwich. He thought of holding her as she sang along to the song that Jean Arthur and Gary Cooper performed in Mr. Deeds Goes to Town in her off-key voice. Something about the Swanee River. He thought of holding her even as he stepped out dancing with pretty Bernice Wong, twirling his dance partner so her skirts lapped up over her knees and brushed his pant leg.
Holding her while they conferred on everything from petty crime to missing siblings to loopholes in employment and housing contracts. Holding her forever. But he hadn't anticipated holding her as she slipped unconsciously into the water, a result of a rather confusing client call leading them down to the harbor.
It was the time of year still somewhat etched in nature's charcoal: smudges of shade and light ruminating over rippled water moody with the eclipse of the dwindling sun behind a hanging cloud. The crocuses in the Common were a tease of spring that disappeared as quickly as the next unexpected bout of sleet and snow.
It all started when Reggie had received an anonymous phone call asking for their expertise on a matter of boat licensing and property law. Hamish, though tired and not usually eager to set off under such vague circumstances, figured Reggie was sick of her stenography work and playing with the radio dial. The bulk of their most recent consultations had been for Hamish's legal expertise alone. Hamish didn't mind. He wasn't necessarily chomping at the bit to set out after a murder or find himself entangled in the type of enterprise involving people like his cousin, Luca Valari — the reason he had come to Boston in the first place.
Every time they were called out on a vague mystery, he couldn't help but wonder if it was part of Luca's web, a world he still kept on his mental back burner, determined to solve every last unanswered question that his cousin had left behind after a corpse was found at Valari's glittering nightclub.
It had been a routine day. Reggie scribbling something in her journal of independence. Hamish nudging his glasses up his nose as he attempted to unravel a rather convoluted passage of property law. Reggie loved fresh air regardless of season, so the window was open a smidge to usher in the breeze and the symphony of children's laughter and the chatter of tourists from the historic square below, even as Hamish shivered and unrolled the sleeves customarily rolled to his elbows.
"Reg, do you think we should meet someone who won't even give us his name?" he said in response to her enthusiasm to head down to the wharf. It had taken a moment for him to get the sentence out, not because his voice rippled with anxiety, but rather because she was wearing a yellow blouse that perfectly complemented the brown tendrils at the back of her neck.
"Stop thinking of everything that could go wrong." Reggie played with the dial on the wireless. It was almost three o'clock and therefore almost time for Winchester Molloy: New York Gumshoe to statically ripple over the airwaves. "Start thinking about everything that could go right! But it's money, Hamish, and an adventure. Did you have plans tonight?" Hamish translated Reggie's exaggerated lift of an eyebrow to mean "with Bernice?" Bernice was his sometime dancing partner. Just as Vaughan Vanderlaan and his shiny car and cologne was her sometime evening companion. Hamish was getting sick of the sometimes.
"It's cold and I don't want anyone yanking our chain."
Reggie shook her head. "Something this fellow said about having a business that the city council won't take seriously and now other people want to use his plot of ocean ... It was all very hard to understand and punctuated with words that would make Winchester Molloy go to confession. Come! Money is money, Hamish DeLuca." What he read in her tone was Adventure is adventure. "Besides, he's our ideal client. A little mystery, lots of injustice. No guaranteed money or actual case." Her laugh wrinkled her nose and its smattering of freckles disappeared.
Hamish felt his heart constrict for the eighth time that hour. He moved his forefingers underneath his brace and kept a synchronized rhythm. His panic episodes were fewer in Boston, but the familiar habit made him calmer.
"Money, you say?"
This part was ironic, considering Reggie was would-be heir to a New Haven fortune had she not skipped off to the North End from a high end garden party on her parents' lawn.
"Money!" She clapped her hands.
"Come on, then." He'd have followed her to the bottom of Mystic River if it secured a night in which she would be with him and not with Vaughan Vanderlaan, rising architect in a posh Washington Street firm, Hyatt and Price. While Hamish was never quite sure of the line between them, it wasn't blurred enough that he couldn't sense the obvious connection tethering them to their past, their parents' money, and their affluence.(Continues…)
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Set in early 1940’s Boston, this story took some time for me to get into - perhaps because I had not read the first book in the series. It was a time when WWII was already happening, even though the USA was not yet involved. Boston was a melting pot with crime and corruption, racial tension and antisemitism. Our intrepid hero and heroine find themselves involved in cases that go way beyond their normal work of employment and property law contracts. The author has done a fine job of using the anxiety and other problems that Hamish struggles with, to highlight the fact that overcoming is possible. The romantic tension brought some smiles and some head shaking, wondering if they would possibly get it figured out. In all, this was an interesting book with rich detail about the Boston area, making me wish to visit there once again. The statement made by Hamish to Reggie seems to sum up many of the twists and turns in this book and one that requires a great deal of thought for all of us. ‘You can make yourself believe a great many things about the choices you make.” I received an ARC of this book through NetGalley and CelebrateLit. The impression and opinions are my own.
On a scale of cotton candy and Brussels sprouts, Murder in the City of Liberty by Rachel McMillan is unlimited kettle corn. Lightly sweet with a touch of saltiness, kettle corn is an addictive crunch that you can’t feel bad consuming. What’s another handful? [copy received. opinions my own.] Regina, known as Reggie by her friends, and Hamish are decently good amateur sleuths. Hired to figure out what’s going on in the life of a famous baseball player, they find more questions than answers. Then, in the midst of it all, Reggie faces family responsibility that clashes with her heart while a familiar but dangerous face from Hamish’s past reappears. Once again, I’ve managed to start a series right smack in the middle. I do this. All the time! But, I had heard about Rachel McMillan’s author prowess for a long time, and I jumped at the chance to read this book of hers. Now, I don’t read mystery often, but I did enjoy Reggie and Hamish so much along with the details of Boston. Without being a mystery connoisseur, I’d like to say that story offered a little something for everyone–strong female heroine, quirky male lead, murder, romance, history, and so much more. If you enjoy history, mystery, and strong characters, Murder in the City of Liberty is for you.
This is a second book in a mystery series. I did not have the benefit of reading the first book. Like some other modern mystery series, the latter books must recount much of the action of the earlier books. Like some of the recent mystery series I recently have read, the focus of the story is about the main characters and the mystery plays a secondary role. The strength of the book is that it gives what feels like an authentic picture of Boston at a certain period. The weakness of the book is that I did not find Regina van Buren, the main female character, very convincing. I did not understand what makes her rebel against her society upbringing. Hamish Luca the main male protagonist of the novel is somewhat more believable. Still I found it hard to believe that a lawyer trained in Canada could easily practice law in the United States. I received a free copy of this book in exchange for an honest review.
“You can make yourself believe a great many things about the choices you make.” The author Rachel McMillan has a way with words that is unique and thoroughly insightful. The characters are quirky and their witty and fun dialogue really makes the story shine. The murder mystery component is a bit reminiscent of Columbo or Murder She Wrote (or Moonlighting as another reviewer mentioned) but it’s the character study of Regina and Hamish and their relationship that take center stage in the book. I’ve followed Hamish’s parents’ story in Rachel McMillan’s previous Herringford and Watts series so I was already fond of Hamish as a baby. My mistake was not reading the first book, Murder at the Flamingo, prior to reading this one. Though the author gives us enough clues and details to piece together what happened in the first book, I felt like I missed out on much of the character development of Hamish, Regina, Nate (Hamish’s best friend), and Luca (Hamish’s cousin). So definitely read Murder at the Flamingo prior to reading this book. There is a lot of emotional tug-of-war between Hamish and Regina, especially as Hamish becomes desperate for Regina’s affection and Regina entertains engagement to a childhood friend. Hamish is such an unlikely hero....yet he really is a hero - brave, protective, tender, and self-sacrificing even in the midst of anxiety attacks and demoralization. But this story is more than just two unlikely people working together and falling in love. It addresses the atmosphere in 1940 Boston where racial prejudice ran hot in the face of the Second World War, the wide gap between the haves and have-nots widened each day, and gangsters and businessmen alike battled each other for power and money. It addresses the debilitating disorder of anxiety and loyalty found in friendship and blood-kin. From how this book ends, there is more to come where Hamish and Regina are concerned. Perhaps Hamish’s cousin Luca as well. I received a copy of the book from Thomas Nelson via Celebrate Lit Tours and was under no obligation to post a positive review. All comments and opinions are solely my own.
Hamish DeLuca and Reggie Van Buren are back in action with their own private investigation firm. Just be warned that it helps to read Murder at the Flamingo to know what’s happened in the past. This isn’t meant as a stand-alone novel. While there is a murder (as the title implies) much of the story involves Hamish and Reggie sorting out their feelings for one another. I love the settings and characters. The author paints a fabulous backdrop with Boston in the late 1930’s/early 1940’s. Just before the US joins WWII, racial and political tensions create an interesting and historical window into this time period. Hamish will steal the reader’s heart as he struggles to overcome anxiety to forge his own way in life, similar to what Reggie is doing by making hard choices to leave the past behind while she finds her own identity. The mystery part wasn’t as intriguing as the setting and characters and played a secondary role for me, so the element of suspense wasn’t there. It wasn’t a fast-paced novel, yet I became completely immersed in Murder in the City Liberty. It definitely transports readers to a different time period where the characters come to life on every page. The characters have real flaws and struggles, making them vulnerable in a way that tugs on your heart strings. I received a complimentary copy of this book. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.
Rachel Mcmillan's unique voice never fails to draw me into her stories. Her love of Boston and attention to historical detail is evident in this 1940 mystery. America is hovering on the brink of war and the tensions felt by people from all walks of life are the unifying thread between different cases amateur sleuths Hamish and Reggie are solving. Filled with wit and romance, there is plenty of danger to please readers of historical mysteries. While Hamish needs to face shadows from his past, Reggie needs to reconcile her past with her dreams for her future. While the story is filled with lighthearted witty banter, the author addresses several serious issues such as anxiety disorders and racial tensions that are relevant regardless of historical setting. With one of the storylines following the baseball farm teams and another the underworld of the mob, the reader is easily drawn into Hamish and Reggie's world of 1940 Boston. I loved the bookish nod Ms. McMillan gives to the beloved characters from the classic, The Hunchback of Notre Dame. While I adore Hamish as the hero of the story, I quickly became a fan of his friend Nate. I eagerly await the next adventure of our sleuthing couple and their friends. I voluntarily reviewed a complimentary copy of this book from the author/publisher. I was not required to write a review. All opinions expressed are my own.
“Murder is a by-the-way when there are so many bigger things at play.” -Hamish DeLuca Welcome back to Boston! Hamish DeLuca, a handsome upright young man who works as an investigator and part-time attorney, and his perky well-bred partner, Regina “Reggie” Van Buren, are now running their own firm in the historical part of town. Although the office is a bit slow, the two are always on the lookout for any type of investigative business that looks the least bit interesting and mysterious. When Reggie takes a call from someone who won’t give his name, their lives become extremely interesting. The shadowy figure of Luca Valari, Hamish’s flamboyant, troublesome cousin, seems to lurk in the background of their current problems along with Dirk, one of Reggie’s old friends who works at the architecture firm of her good friend and sometimes boyfriend, Vaughn Vanderlaan. As Hamish and Reggie increasingly find themselves drawn in to multiple situations that seem to be tied together, their investigative work takes them to the baseball field, Fiske’s Wharf, and other shadowy places. The characters in this novel continue to develop and add even more personality to the series. Once again the suspense pulls the reader in and draws them through the story. Love, loyalty, prejudice, and honor all play into the heart of this tale. A captivating, suspenseful read that will take the reader right into the heart and soul of Boston with an entertaining mix of historical fiction, mystery, and romance! Bring the next one on!! This ARC copy was received from Thomas Nelson Publishers. The above thoughts and opinions are wholly my own.
This is book two in the Van Buren and DeLuca mystery series by Ms. McMillan. I was very intrigued to read one of her books after seeing so many people comment about her books on social media. This is the first book of hers that I have read. This is a historical suspense novel. Reggie and Hamish are partners who investigate issues for people. For Reggie, this is an adventure that she loves to solve, but is so different than her past. Hamish, a lawyer, also enjoys his work as a detective. At the beginning of the book, Reggie is in a serious relationship with Vaughan who is a part of her past; however, Reggie and Hamish have an interesting friendship especially for this time in history. This book focuses on a case that a baseball player, Errol, brings to them. Someone is pranking him, but it seems harmful even though the police are not doing anything about it. As they investigate, they realize there is a lot more to this than just what he originally hired them for. This book was very intriguing. It can be read as a stand-alone novel, but I am sure that reading the first book would be beneficial. I really enjoyed reading this novel and highly recommend you read it! I look forward to reading more Van Buren and DeLuca mysteries. ***I was given a free electronic copy of this book from the publisher. This is my honest opinion. Even though I received this copy free, this is my own opinion.
Murder In the City of Liberty is a romantic historical mystery/thriller with very captivating characters and an awesome story line. The setting is in Boston at the start of World War ll. Rachel McMillan does an excellent job of weaving the separate plot lines into an extremely complex conspiracy. The story is fast paced and fun to read and I really enjoyed it. I highly recommend this one. I received a complimentary copy of this book from Thomas Nelson through NetGalley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.
I love old movies. In fact, if you give me a choice between a clean modern movie and an old movie, I will almost always choose the old movie. I don't know what it is about old movies but the actresses are classier, the actors are more handsome and debonair and the acting is so much better. Even though it is a new book, Murder in the City of Liberty by Rachel McMillan is written in the style of an old black and white movie. I even read it in black and white! And I don't mean just black words on a white page, but I actually pictured what was happening in black and white. If you've read and enjoyed the first book in the series, Murder at the Flamingo, then you will definitely want to read this book. It picks up a couple years later and puts you right in the middle of Boston just before the United States joins World War II. It has exciting moments, romantic moments, and moments that had me wondering if the book was going to end in the way I wanted it to. It was fantastic. So, if you are wanting to read a book that is like an old classic movie, try Murder in the City of Liberty. I recommend this book to anyone who loves old movies, the 1940s, baseball, mystery, romance and historical fiction. I received a complimentary copy of this book from Thomas Nelson through NetGalley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.
historical-fiction, historical-places-events, cozy-mystery, suspense I had some trouble getting into the 1940s mindset, but enjoyed all the twists and turns of the plot. It starts out with a bang and then kind of runs along like an old school rolley coaster with ups, downs, and variant speed. Lots of bad guys to boo and hiss at. The main characters are interesting and engaging even when I wanted to shake some sense into them! I didn't really appreciated it as much as the first one, but that's probably because of how I feel about hate crimes of any sort. All in all it's a good read! I requested and received a free ebook copy from Thomas Nelson Publishing and this is my own opinion.
This is the second book in the series involving Hamish and Reggie. I was hoping they would have improved since the first outing but sadly they may have gotten worse. I had such a hard time finishing this. It, much like the first one, was not too mysterious. Or thrilling. The way the characters behave is somewhat incoherent..... As if they aren’t fully formed humans yet and they are both old enough to be exercising far better judgment then they do here. The problem with the first book continues to follow this author.....taking way too long to do anything with the plot to grab your reader. The whole first 1/3 of the book was almost boring. They say the third time is the charm so I will read the third book in this series if the author writes one but I really can’t recommend this one. Thank you NetGalley for providing me with an advanced copy for review.
I really enjoyed Murder I the City of Liberty, but I was constantly aware of the fact that I would have understood the characters and the plot better had I read Murder at the Flamingo first. So of course that is what I recommend doing. Even without that advantage, I was quickly pulled into the lives of Regina (Reggie) Van Buren and Hamish DeLuca, private investigators in 1940s Boston. Regina brings a connection to high society, Hamish to the underworld through his cousin Luca, and both to the minority community of the North End. Sometimes these connections create complications more than they help as Reggie and Hamish pursue their current case involving Minor League Baseball, the building of tenements and the smuggling of munitions as the world waits to see if the United States will join the second great war. I was grateful to have received a complimentary copy of this book from Thomas Nelson through NetGalley. Opinions expressed in this review are completely my own.
I was having a bit of a time to get into this story, but soon realized that this was the second book, and I did feel lost. While this story takes place just prior to WWII we meet prejudice and antisemitism head on, and there is a mystery and sparks flying, I’ll admit I had to fight my way through this book. I have a fondness for the Red Socks, and this baseball team led me there, but maybe I needed the first book to really get this book. I received this book through Net Galley and the Publisher Thomas Nelson, and was not required to give a positive review.
I received a free copy of this book from the publisher in exchange for an honest review. It was even better than the first one! I felt like we got a lot more character development with Reggie and Hamish, individually (and together...). I will say I enjoyed the character plot on their development even more than their latest mystery, but it was such a good read. I enjoy the setting, I feel like I have a good picture of the city, of their neighborhood. I also enjoy Hamish's overlay of the city with his favorite novel, The Hunchback of Notre Dame. This story is supposed to take place two years after the last book - this was my only qualm with the story. The characters do not seem to have moved two years ahead, there doesn't seem to be enough history mentioned to make up for it. The story picks up like there hasn't been any time lapse at all. If I hadn't been told two years had passed, I wouldn't have known, and so I just kind of ignored that fact. I feel like the only reason that was even included was to put us at the proper time on the eve of the War for certain aspects of the story. BUT! Nevertheless, a great read. Evil isn't always what it seems on the surface, and everything you thought you knew about the villains will be challenged. Read on!