Lily Smith and the Lady’s Secret by Autumn Barlow (The Golden Twenties Mysteries #2)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB | 366 Kb
Lily Smith and the Lady’s Secret: If power corrupts, maybe it’s a good thing police woman Lily Smith doesn’t have any power at all.
A young man lies dead and his companion can only remember fragments about the attack. She wishes she couldn’t remember anything at all. Lily has to keep her safe while she recovers – and before the attacker can hunt her down to finish the job.
It’s not easy being one of only two women police constables per division in 1920s London, especially when Lily’s colleague Sylvia is more interested in snaring a husband than criminals. Soho and Mayfair are full of jazz parties, dancing and corruption and Lily finds herself caught between wanting to make the most of her youth and pursing her new career.
These two worlds collide when it looks like the murderer is going to get away with it. Lily can’t let that happen. Her actions put her relations with Sylvia in jeopardy, rock her unfolding romance with George, and risk bringing trouble to her own mother’s door. She’s in danger of losing much more than her job and she doesn’t have much time.
Can she really bring down the most powerful woman in London?
This is a full-length traditional mystery (80,000 words) set in Britain and written in British English with some mild profanities but no adult scenes. The books in the Golden Twenties Mysteries can be read in any order. Check out book one – an introductory novella called Lily Smith and the Duke’s Diamonds.
“When do you turn sixteen?”
“Two weeks from now.”
“Do you know what you signed? Your contract?”
“I ain’t no idea. I can read, you see, so they wouldn’t let me see the top page, just the bit for me to sign. I was young and needed the work and anyway, who wouldn’t want to work for Lady Charlotte in London? Everyone said she was the best. That she was such a nice woman. It was gonna be all fine gowns and parties.” She laughed bitterly. “Like I got a sniff of any of that. Oh, I could go back in time and slap myself.”
“Look. It’s a tricky situation. We can help you, though. It’s not too late. Come back with me –”
“I ain’t going to no police station!”
“No, of course not. You don’t need to. You’re under the care of the women police now and we’re nothing like the others. Come with me to Ixworth Place and speak to our welfare officer, and we will see what can be done. Maybe you don’t need to go back.”