The Fall Of White City (Gilded Age Mysteries Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
We can talk about your trip when you get here. I must see you today!” The voice on the other end of the line sounded urgent. “Meet me at the brownstone as soon as you can.” Then she hung up. Freddie, valise in tow from his trip to Iowa, walked out of the train station to find a cab. Once he saw the congestion of the midday crowd, he decided to forgo the cab and travel on foot. When he rang the doorbell of the Astor Street palace that Evangeline offhandedly called the “townhouse,” she met him herself at the door. She had on her hat and coat as if she were about to leave. “Where have you been!” She was clearly upset about something. “You called over an hour ago.” “Engie, don’t be a shrew. I called less than twenty minutes ago and had to walk.” “Well, it doesn’t matter.” She waved her hand dismissively. “Let’s go. I have something to show you.” Freddie opened and closed his mouth like a fish gasping for air before he could formulate a proper question. “Wha...
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