In such stunning novels of crime and character as Die Upon a Kiss, Sold Down the River, and A Free Man of Color, Benjamin January tracked down killers through the sensuous, atmospheric, dangerously beautiful world of Old New Orleans. Now, in this new novel by bestselling author Barbara Hambly, he follows a trail of murder from illicit back alleys to glittering mansions to a dark place where the oldest and deadliest secrets lie buried âŚ
Itâs 1835 and the relentless glare of the late July sun has slowed New Orleans to a standstill. When Hesione LeGrosâonce a corsairâs jeweled mistress, now a raddled hagâis found slashed to death in a shanty on the fringe of New Orleansâs most lawless quarter, there are few to care. But one of them is Benjamin January, musician and teacher. He well recalls her blazing ebony beauty when she appeared, exquisitely gowned and handy with a stiletto, at a demimonde banquet years ago.
Who would want to kill this woman nowâHessy, they said, would turn a trick for a bottle of rumâhad some quarrelsome âcustomerâ decided to do away with her? Or could it be one of the sexual predators who roamed the dark and seedy streets? Orâas Benjamin comes to suspectâwas her killer someone she knew, someone whose careful search of her shack suggests a cold-blooded crime? Someone whose boot left a chillingly distinctive print âŚ
His inquiries at taverns, markets, and slave dances reveal little about âHellfire Hessyâ since her glory days in Barataria Bay, once the lair of gentlemen pirates. Then the murder is swept from his mind by the delivery of a crate filled with contraband riflesâand yet another telltale boot print left by its claimant. When a murder swiftly follows, Ben and Rose Vitrac, the woman he loves, fear the workings of a serpentine mind and a treacherous plot: one only they can hope to thwart in time.
All too soon they are fugitives of color in the stormy bayous and marshes of slave-stealer country, headed for smugglersâ haunts and sinister plantations, where one false step could be their last toward a ⌠Wet Grave.
Wet Grave (The Benjamin January Mysteries) - Barbara Hambly
In such stunning novels of crime and character as Die Upon a Kiss, Sold Down the River, and A Free Man of Color, Benjamin January tracked down killers through the sensuous, atmospheric, dangerously beautiful world of Old New Orleans. Now, in this new novel by bestselling author Barbara Hambly, he follows a trail of murder from illicit back alleys to glittering mansions to a dark place where the oldest and deadliest secrets lie buried âŚ
Itâs 1835 and the relentless glare of the late July sun has slowed New Orleans to a standstill. When Hesione LeGrosâonce a corsairâs jeweled mistress, now a raddled hagâis found slashed to death in a shanty on the fringe of New Orleansâs most lawless quarter, there are few to care. But one of them is Benjamin January, musician and teacher. He well recalls her blazing ebony beauty when she appeared, exquisitely gowned and handy with a stiletto, at a demimonde banquet years ago.
Who would want to kill this woman nowâHessy, they said, would turn a trick for a bottle of rumâhad some quarrelsome âcustomerâ decided to do away with her? Or could it be one of the sexual predators who roamed the dark and seedy streets? Orâas Benjamin comes to suspectâwas her killer someone she knew, someone whose careful search of her shack suggests a cold-blooded crime? Someone whose boot left a chillingly distinctive print âŚ
His inquiries at taverns, markets, and slave dances reveal little about âHellfire Hessyâ since her glory days in Barataria Bay, once the lair of gentlemen pirates. Then the murder is swept from his mind by the delivery of a crate filled with contraband riflesâand yet another telltale boot print left by its claimant. When a murder swiftly follows, Ben and Rose Vitrac, the woman he loves, fear the workings of a serpentine mind and a treacherous plot: one only they can hope to thwart in time.
All too soon they are fugitives of color in the stormy bayous and marshes of slave-stealer country, headed for smugglersâ haunts and sinister plantations, where one false step could be their last toward a ⌠Wet Grave.