Publisher's Synopsis
Jack the Ripper has a nasty copy cat in Boston. The year is 1920. In Scollay Square, the city's waterfront oasis for sailors, traveling men, scoundrels...and Boston "Brahmin" men looking for salacious entertainments, both up on the stage of the Old Howard Theatre, and on lumpy beds in cheap rented rooms, murder is on the agenda. Gorgeous strippers who take off all the laws allow, then moonlight for double the money as prostitutes, are going down, one by one. Clues are scanty. Each "girl" is found clutching a scrap of expensive yellow paper inscribed with the first initial of her first name. When Boston Herald reporter Jenna Bailey, the rare female in journalism, announces that the letters are meant to be an anagram, the city cringes. Boston politics, police chicanery, vaudeville, investment scams, the governor of the state in the center ring, a sub-rose Order of Masons, a whole new surprising take on the Holy Grail, and immigrant girls stranded in the new country hoping to soon be catapulted to Hollywood stardom, make this a book that is difficult to put down.
