ACKNOWLEDGMENTS

Ernest Hemingway once said, ‘Writing, at its best, is a lonely life.’ And yet, this novel would never have made it into your hands without the help and encouragement of so many generous people. I’d like to thank my amazing team:

My family – husband, Barry Talley and daughters Laura Geyer and Sarah Glass – who support me every day in every way, even when I’m completely lost in ‘Marcialand.’

Crime writer, Kate Charles, for teaching the master class at St Hilda’s College in Oxford, England, where the seed of this novel was sown.

Friend and colleague, author Sarah Shaber, who told me a story at the Sisters in Crime writing retreat in Charlotte, North Carolina that changed everything.

Wally and Hannah Pickworth, who let me hang out at their Eastern Shore cottage on Butcher Creek in Virginia where the plot for this novel was cooked up over crab cakes and wine.

Jeannine Wayson, realtor with Coldwell Banker in Annapolis, Maryland, who in no way resembles any of the characters in this book, but if she did, she’d be dangerous.

W. Edward Hudgins (‘Judge Hudge’) for help navigating and interpreting historic court records.

Linda Sprenkle, fellow adventurer, location scout and long-time friend.

My colleagues in the Writers’ Circle in Hope Town, Abaco, Bahamas and to my partners in crime back in Annapolis, Maryland – Becky Hutchinson, Mary Ellen Hughes, Debbi Mack, Sherriel Mattingly, Shari Randall and Bonnie Settle – once again, for tough love.

And, as always, to Vicky Bijur.

Wandering oversea dreamer,

Hunting and hoarse, Oh daughter and mother,

Oh daughter of ashes and mother of blood,

Child of the hair let down, and tears,

Child of the cross in the south

And the star in the north,

Keeper of Egypt and Russia and France,

Keeper of England and Poland and Spain,

Make us a song for to-morrow.

Make us one new dream, us who forget,

Out of the storm let us have one star.

Struggle, Oh anvils, and help her.

Weave with your wool. Oh winds and skies.

Let your iron and copper help,

Oh dirt of the old dark earth.

Wandering oversea singer,

Singing of ashes and blood,

Child of the scars of fire,

Make us one new dream, us who forget.

Out of the storm let us have one star.

Carl Sandburg, Smoke and Steel, IV. Playthings of the Wind, 12. Prayers After World War,’ 1922

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