Here’s an excerpt from a work in the raw. It’s the opening of the second Fina Fitzgibbons Brooklyn mystery. I call it “Missing Brandy,” but that’s a working title. It’s about a teen who is abducted.
On misty nights in late spring, my world smells of fish, oregano, and Court Street funeral parlors. Whenever I whiff it, I know something’s about to happen, and it won’t be altogether good. Sure enough Lucy’s answering service was on the line, minutes after Denny and I left the restaurant with a message from a Mrs. Trisha Liam asking me to phone her. Her thirteen-year-old daughter was missing and she needed an investigator.
“She didn’t sound very patient,” the service operator said.
I yelled out to Jane, NYPD detective, erstwhile enemy, and our dinner companion who walked faster than I did, thanks to her legs which were a foot longer than mine. Over coffee and one of Vinegar Hill House’s gargantuan desserts, she’d told us about Brandy Liam’s abduction. She said that she’d given the Liam woman my number. But now Jane was single tracking it in her mind. I squinted at her from a block behind as she sashayed, head down, feet splayed, probably barely hearing the gulls overhead and the fog horns from somewhere on the watery belly beyond Brooklyn. I texted her and watched her ignore her cell, get into her car, and drive away. Then I kissed Denny good night and told him I’d see him later.
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