博客來If there’s one thing Chicago private eye Frank Dragovic wants, it’s to believe his clients are telling the truth. With this one, he just can’t tell.
Did typesetter Suzanne Quering really push her lover into the web presses at the Chicago Truth Examiner, as the police suspect she did? Or is she innocent, as she claims to Frank.
And if she’s innocent, what was her scarf doing alongside the body? And, really - why does she always seem to leave important pieces of information out of her story?
Maybe worse than the fact that Quering might be guilty is the fact that Lt. Dragan Brdar, who grew up in the same Croatian-American neighborhood Frank did, is positive she’s guilty.
With the police eager to prove murder, can Frank clear his stubborn red-haired client - or will the memory of her flaming hair haunt him long after she’s locked way?
Flavored with Croatian sayings, this ethnic detective novel is spiced with the terms and techniques of typesetting in the era just before computers replaced both hot metal and paper tape.
