Old Broadbrim Dealing the Death Cards

A killer who strikes without a sound. A city full of secrets. One detective who never lets the trail go cold.

Old Broadbrim is a man who sees what others miss.

When a wealthy Wall Street broker is found dead at his desk—stabbed through the heart in a locked room, in broad daylight—the city points its finger at the last man seen leaving the office. But Broadbrim trusts his instincts over easy answers, and something about this murder feels deliberate. Calculated. Almost theatrical.

As he follows the threads deeper, they lead somewhere unexpected: a network of forged bonds, a shadowy lawyer with clean hands and dirty dealings, a clerk who knows far too much, and a woman whose name alone sends a chill down Broadbrim's spine. Velma Velatine. A name from another life. A face he hoped never to see again.

Because Velma doesn't make mistakes. And she doesn't leave witnesses.

As the conspiracy tightens its grip around the innocent and the guilty alike, Broadbrim fights through layers of deception that stretch from the marble halls of Wall Street to a crumbling house buried in the New Jersey countryside. Every clue he uncovers reveals another layer of rot beneath. Every answer breeds three more questions.

And somewhere in the dark, the Scarlet Stranglers are already pulling their next cord tight.

Can Broadbrim expose the truth before the next victim is chosen—or has he already been marked for death himself?