Old Broadbrim Forcing Their Hands

A detective no one recognizes. A city full of predators. And a young man walking straight into their trap.

Old Broadbrim is the kind of man who disappears in plain sight. Seated in the gilded café of the Waldorf-Astoria, disguised as a respectable gentleman of leisure, he watches New York's Tenderloin glitter and scheme around him. He knows something dangerous is happening beneath the champagne and college songs. Men are being robbed, beaten, and now—murdered. A well-organized gang is hunting wealthy victims through the city's finest hotels, and not a single detective has found so much as a thread to pull.

But Broadbrim finds threads everywhere.

When he spots two sharply dressed strangers working their way toward an innocent Yale student, his instincts ignite. He shadows them through lamplit streets, through darkened tenement halls, watching the trap close around young Arthur Hawkins in real time. Every disguise Broadbrim wears, every identity he slips into, buys the boy another few seconds.

The gang is larger than anyone imagined. They operate through deception, seduction, and cold-blooded violence. They have already killed one man tonight.

Now Broadbrim races through the underbelly of New York's most dangerous precinct, peeling back layers of conspiracy that reach from filthy East Side tenements to society drawing rooms.

Can he expose the panel thieves of the Tenderloin before another innocent pays with his life?