Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Last Stop In Brooklyn by Lawrence H. Levy

It's the summer of 1894, and an infidelity case has brought PI Mary Handley to a far corner of Brooklyn: Coney Island. In the midst of her investigation, Mary is contacted by a convicted man's brother to reopen a murder case. A prostitute was killed by a Jack the Ripper copycat years ago in her New York hotel room, but her true killer was never found. Once again it's up to Mary to make right the city's wrongs.
New York City's untouchable head of detectives, Thomas Byrnes, swears he put the right man behond bars, but as Mary digs deeper, she finds corruption at the heart of New York's justice system, involving not only the police, but the most powerful of stock titans. Disturbing evidence of other murders begins to surface, each one mimicking Jack the Ripper's style, each one covered up by Thomas Byrnes.
As Mary pieces together the extent of the damage, she crosses paths with Harper Lloyd, an investigative reporter. Their relationship grows into a partnership, and perhaps more, and together they must catch a killer who's still out there, and reverse the ruthless workings of New York's elite. It'll be Mary's most dangerous, most personal case yet. @goodreads 

















Unfortunately, this book wasn't for me. I love the character, Mary Handley, but this book didn't hit home with me. 

In this book, Mary is investigating an adultery case that is close to home. She is trying to help in finding a murderer that a copy cat of Jack the Ripper and trying to find out why these cases seemed to be a cover up. 

I was disappointed with the ending. Nothing seemed to really tie-in with anything else. Although, I did love the fact that she shot him in the leg. 

"He didn't. He's innocent." Mary quickly introduced herelf, then returned to what was important. "The man show killed that woman and framed Edgar is here in the park, and I need your help."

"Why didn't you say that in the first place? Anything for Edgar . . . and my business. 

He started to lower the flaps, closing his booth. Mary followed him to each one. "He's bald, about five foot seven, and he walks with a limp, favoring his right leg."

"Polio?"

"I shot him."

"That could do it."

I'm sure a lot of people out there will love this book so you will have to decide for yourself. 

*Thank you to BloggingForBooks for a print copy of this book.*

Happy Reading! 

Mel ♥   

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