Hush Now, Don't You Cry (Molly Murphy Mysteries)
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In Rhys Bowen's award-winning historical series, Molly Murphy is supposed to give up sleuthing now that she's married, but the murder of an alderman puts her on the trail of a killer.
Molly Murphy, now Molly Sullivan, and her husband Daniel, a captain in the New York Police department, have been invited to spend their honeymoon on the Newport, RI, estate of Alderman Brian Hannan in the spring of 1904. Molly doesn't entirely trust the offer. Hannan―an ambitious man―has his eye on a senate seat and intentions of taking Tammany Hall to get it. When Hannan is found dead at the base of the cliffs that overlook the Atlantic, Molly's suspicions are quickly justified, and as much as she wants to keep her promise to Daniel that she won't do any more sleuthing now, there isn't much she can do once the chase is on. Rhys Bowen's brilliant wit and charm are on full display in Hush Now, Don't You Cry, another outstanding addition to her Agatha and Anthony award-winning historical series.
AUTHOR Rhys Bowen’s novels have received a remarkable number of awards, including the Anthony, Agatha, and Macavity Awards as well as the Bruce Alexander Historical Award and the Herodotus Award. She is also the author of the Royal Spyness series and the Edgar Award–nominated Constable Evan Evans mysteries. Born in England, she now lives in San Rafael, California, with her husband. This is a work of fiction. All of the characters, organizations, and events portrayed in this novel are either
unnaturally, then this fellow is someone we need to talk to. A stranger, hanging around the property after dark, wanting to know if Brian had arrived. You need to find him, Prescott. Find out if he stayed in a boardinghouse in town overnight and if he was seen at the station.” “I believe I know my job, sir,” Prescott said primly. “Let’s hope it does turn out to be him,” Terrence said, “because if not, everyone else on the property was a family member.” “What a ridiculous thing to say.” Archie
glass of whiskey. How would she know that her grandfather drank whiskey? Can she even read? I don’t see any books. How would she know where poison was kept or even what it did?” “My thoughts too,” Mrs. McCreedy said, “but that’s not how they will look at it. When they find out she’s here, she’ll be the one they want to pin it on, you mark my words. Because if it wasn’t her, then likely it was one of them and that’s too worrying to think about.” “Maybe the police will soon find out who really
meantime, if you want to rescue this girl, you could find out who really killed Brian Hannan.” “And how would I do that?” “You’re a detective, aren’t you? You’ve solved difficult cases.” “But I’ve kept my eyes open and tried to quiz family members and got nowhere so far.” “Then you need to find out who had the best reason for wanting him dead.” “But that would mean going to New York and poking around in his business and Tammany Hall and the family home…” “You could do that,” Sid said,
have some connection to your uncle’s death.” She shook her head vehemently. “That’s absurd. It’s just not possible.” “Nevertheless, humor me,” I said. She frowned. “Who are you, exactly? Why are you snooping into our family affairs? Why did my uncle invite you here with us? Do you know something we don’t?” Her face was flushed with anger suddenly. “Look, I just want to help, that’s all. Don’t you want to know who killed your uncle? My husband is a detective and he always says there are no