In The Last Drop of Hemlock, the dazzling
follow up to Last Call at the Nightingale, even a dance
can come with a price...
The rumor went
through the Nightingale like a flood, quietly rising,
whispers hovering on lips in pockets of silence.
Life as a working-class girl in Prohibition-era New York
isn’t safe or easy. But Vivian Kelly has a new job at
the Nightingale, an underground speakeasy where the jazz is
hot and the employees look out for each other in a world
that doesn’t care about them. Things are finally
looking up for her and her sister Florence... until the
night Vivian learns that her friend Bea's uncle, a bouncer
at the Nightingale, has died.
His death is ruled
a suicide, but Bea isn’t so convinced. She knew her
uncle was keeping a secret: a payoff from a mob boss that
was going to take him out of the tenements and into a better
life. Now, the money is missing.
Though her
better judgment tells her to stay out of it, Vivian agrees
to help Bea find the truth about her uncle's death. But they
uncover more than they expected when rumors surface of a
mysterious letter writer, blackmailing Vivian's poorest
neighbors for their most valuable possessions, threatening
poison if they don't comply.
Death is always a
heartbeat away in Jazz Age New York, where mob bosses rule
the back alleys and cops take bootleggers’ hush money.
But whoever is targeting Vivian’s poor and unprotected
neighbors is playing a different game. With the
Nightingale's dangerously lovely owner, Honor, worried for
her employees' safety and Bea determined to discover who is
responsible for her uncle's death, Vivian once again finds
herself digging through a dead man's past in hopes of
stopping a killer.
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