Old Broadbrim Doomed by an Invisible Hand

A Quaker detective with a gift for silence and a nose for poison. A killer who strikes without leaving a mark. One vial of death—and everyone who touches the truth ends up in its shadow.

Old Broadbrim knows murder when he sees it. When Wall Street millionaire Sequin Stark turns up dead in his own library—chair unturned, door locked, not a mark on his body—the Quaker detective reads the stillness like a confession. Someone killed this man without touching him, and they knew exactly what they were doing.

As Old Broadbrim pulls at the threads of the case, the invisible hand that ended Sequin Stark reaches toward him. A poisoned cork sits in his pocket. A mysterious drifter named Coppers has already seen the masked figure who fled the scene. A child's sharp eyes may be the only thing standing between Coppers and a quiet death. And somewhere in the shadow of Chinatown, a woman sleeps beneath an opium haze—holding a secret that could unravel everything.

The killer is watching. The poison is patient. And every person who gets close to the truth becomes the next target.

Old Broadbrim has tracked killers through darkness before. But this one moves like smoke—unseen, untraceable, lethal.

Can he unmask the hand behind the vial before the next victim is already dead?