Only the dead leave Brooklyn. I should know, my husband and I lived there for fourteen years, and a part of me has never left.
They were glorious times, at least in memory, when walking across the Brooklyn Bridge to my job in Manhattan was a daily occurrence. From the height of that span, I’d look back to the Promenade and South Brooklyn beyond, watch ships as they churned through the harbor toward the Atlantic.
Little wonder then that I write a series which takes in Brooklyn, and that I smiled when I saw this photo, with the Manhattan Bridge in the foreground, the Brooklyn Bridge in the middle distance, and beyond that, Brooklyn Heights, where my protagonist, Fina Fitzgibbons lives.
The townhouse where we lived in Brooklyn Heights was built in 1849. So in 1901 when my grandmother came to this country, she could have seen my home-to-be from the deck of her ship, the Nord America, as it steamed past the Statue of Liberty toward Ellis Island. Give me your tired, your poor.
I think of her in memory, hers and mine, where all human gesture and all that happens and lots that never happened are present in one everlasting moment, as she gazes at Brooklyn, my Brooklyn, from the deck of her ship. The start of story.
And speaking of story, I’m finishing final edits (mine) before I send the manuscript of the fourth book in the Fina Fitzgibbons Brooklyn mystery series for real edits and proofreading. The title is The Brooklyn Drop, and in it, Fina finds Lorraine’s friend, Phyllida Oxley, slumped over her dining room table, the victim of a memory-impairing date rape drug.
When Phyllida’s condition goes from poor to comatose, her distraught fifteen-year-old granddaughter, Kat Oxley disappears. Meanwhile, Fina’s agency is busy surveilling a massage parlor in Bensonhurst suspected of human trafficking, and Fina’s father reappears to throw a wrench into her relationship with NYPD Patrol Officer Denny McDuffy.
As Fina frantically searches for the missing teen, she uncovers the truth behind the traffickers, but they have a surprise waiting for her over the skies of New Jersey.
Photos: Stock, Deposit Photos; cover, The Brooklyn Drop, Avalon Graphics.