This series delves into the gritty underbelly of a tough Westside neighborhood, where everyday life conceals shocking mysteries and deadly dangers. Follow a determined protagonist seeking answers about her family's demise, navigating a treacherous landscape of crime and betrayal. Each case, from seemingly minor disappearances to violent acts, unravels a deeper conspiracy. It's a compelling read for fans of suspense, personal tragedy, and atmospheric noir detective stories.
Those tiny cases distract her from her grief, and the one impossible question she knows she can't answer: How did my father die? Yet on Gilda's Westside, tiny mysteries end in blood-even the case of a missing white leather glove.
Return to a twisted version of Jazz Age New York in this follow up to the critically acclaimed fantasy Westside, as relentless sleuth Gilda Carr's pursuit of tiny mysteries drags her into a case that will rewrite everything she knows about her past. Six months ago, the ruined Westside of Manhattan erupted into civil war, and private detective Gilda Carr nearly died to save her city. In 1922, winter has hit hard, and the desolate Lower West is frozen solid. Like the other lost souls who wander these overgrown streets, Gilda is weary, cold, and desperate for hope. She finds a mystery instead. Hired by a family of eccentric street preachers to recover a lost saint's finger, Gilda is tempted by their promise of "electric resurrection," when the Westside's countless dead will return to life. To a detective this cynical, faith is a weakness, and she is fighting the urge to believe in miracles when her long dead mother, Mary Fall, walks through the parlor door. Stricken with amnesia, Mary remembers nothing of her daughter or her death, but that doesn't stop her from being as infuriatingly pushy as Gilda herself. As her mother threatens to drive her insane, Gilda keeps their relationship a secret so that they can work together to investigate what brought Mary back to life. The search will force Gilda to reckon with the nature of death, family, and the uncomfortable fact that her mother was not just a saint, but a human being.