Murphy's Law: The First Molly Murphy Mystery (Molly Murphy Mysteries)
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Murphy's Law is the captivating first entry of Rhys Bowen's New York Times bestselling Molly Murphy series
Molly Murphy always knew she'd end up in trouble, just as her mother predicted. So, when she commits murder in self-defense, she flees her cherished Ireland, and her identity, for the anonymous shores of America. When she arrives in new York and sees the welcoming promise of freedom in the Statue of Liberty, Molly begins to breathe easier. But when a man is murdered on Ellis Island, a man Molly was seen arguing with, she becomes a prime suspect in the crime.
Using her Irish charm and sharp wit, Molly escapes Ellis Island and sets out to find the wily killer on her own. Pounding the notorious streets of Hell's Kitchen and the Lower East Side, Molly make sit her desperate mission to clear her name before her deadly past comes back to haunt her new future.
Murphy's Law won the 2001 Agatha Award and was nominated for the 2002 Mary Higgins Clark Award.
his chair clatter upright. "You're saying you saw a guard in the men's dormitory? In the middle of the night?" I nodded. "I grabbed Bridie just as she was about to walk into the room. He appeared and yelled at us. From the way he was yelling, he obviously thought I was coming to visit one of the men. And he stood there watching until I picked up the child and ran away." "This guard--you'd recognize him again?" "I think so. He was a big man, a lot of whiskers, a paunch, and a big voice."
here last night, Mrs. O'Connor. He was on the day shift yesterday and he left on the six o'clock boat." "He can prove that, can he?" "We'll check it out, of course, but why would he have any reason to lie?" "If he had something to hide?" He glared at me. "You're back to this something to hide rubbish again. If he wanted to rob immigrants, he could get himself stationed in the baggage room and help himself when no one was looking. He wouldn't be the first. But you don't carry a big,
when we're alone." His arms came awkwardly around my waist. We stayed like that until the inspector had gone back into the building. "I'm sorry to do this to you," I said, releasing him and rewrapping my shawl around me, "but Kathleen couldn't travel with us. She sent me with the children so that they'd get to you safe and sound." "She couldn't travel?" He looked confused. He looked the typical Irish country boy-- round, innocent-looking face, short and stocky, probably not too quick on
clean sheets, a bathroom with hot water, and a mirror to fix my hair, even though there were texts all over the walls to remind me that vanity was a sin. I straightened my attire, washed out some smalls, and felt almost human by the time I went out again. I tried several more establishments, looking for work, but with no success. Reluctantly I decided to go to the fish market in the morning. On the way to see Mr. Levy I came up with a crazy idea. I would ask him if he needed an assistant. I
impressed with my own cleverness that it never crossed my mind that I could be putting myself at considerable risk. It wasn't hard to find out where Alderman McCormack lived. The first person I asked, a greengrocer delivering produce, pointed me up Park Avenue. "You can't miss it--bloomin' great castle it is, turrets and all." As I walked up Park Avenue the houses grew ever grander until they were nothing short of mansions. On my left a glorious park opened up. It was still dotted, here and