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"Just when you think you have it all figured out, Joyce turns it all around"
Kathe Robin-Romantic Times

Irrepressible heiress and intrepid sleuth Francesca Cahill moves from her own glittering world of Fifth Avenue to the teeming underbelly of society, a place of pride, passions…and sometimes deadly perversion.
Despite the misgivings of her fiancé, Calder Hart, Francesca cannot turn away from a threat that is terrorizing the tenement neighborhood of Lower Manhattan. A madman has attacked three women, but while the first two victims survived, the third is found dead. All the victims are impoverished but beautiful Irishwomen—and Francesca fears that her dear friends Maggie Kennedy and Gwen O’Neil could be next.
Soon she is working with her former love, police commissioner Rick Bragg—Calder’s half brother and worst rival. But even as Calder’s jealous passions leave his relationship with Francesca teetering on the brink, Francesca is frantically on the killer’s trail, certain the Slasher will strike again, afraid she will be too late…
“Did you think you were being followed again?” Francesca asked.
Gwen swallowed. “I’ve seen him. Out there, through the window, on the street. He’s there now, in a doorway, near the saloon. I’ve caught him staring up at my window, Miss Cahill. I am certain of it.”
For one moment Francesca stared, trying to recall a man in the doorway near the saloon as the men exiting it had paused to gawk at her and Hart. But she had no image of any figure lurking there. Hart said, “I’ll see what I can find.”
“Yes, that’s a good idea,” Francesca said. A plan occurred to her. “Calder, maybe you should drive by in the coach, slowly—“
“I think I can handle this, darling,” he said with some amusement and a shake of his head. And then he was gone.
Her heart beat hard with excitement and alarm. If Gwen was right, if someone was stalking her now, there was a possibility that he was the Slasher. And that meant he was a killer. And Hart was going after him.
It crossed her mind that he was unarmed, but she had a pistol in her purse.
He could be in danger.
“Stay here,” she cried, opening her bag as she raced across the flat and out the door.
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