Old Broadbrim in the Eleventh Hour

A headless body in the lobby. No clues. No killer. No head.

Josiah Broadbrim has seen dark things in his years as a detective, but the mystery of the headless man is something else entirely. When the mutilated corpse of a European nobleman is discovered inside one of New York's most exclusive gentlemen's clubs, the city's finest investigators are left grasping at shadows. The insurance company has one hundred thousand dollars at stake—and one burning question nobody dares ask aloud: is the headless man really who everyone claims he is?

Broadbrim takes the case.

Slipping into a masterful disguise, the Quaker detective walks straight into the dead man's inner circle—charming grieving companions, teasing out whispered secrets, and pulling at threads that unravel faster than anyone expects. There is a woman nobody wants to name. There is a life insurance scheme that reeks of premeditation. And there is a conspiracy so brazen it could only have been hatched by someone who believed no detective alive was clever enough to see it.

Broadbrim sees it.

As the web of deceit tightens around him, every answer births a deadlier question. The killer is close. The truth is closer. And the clock ticking toward the eleventh hour grows louder with every move he makes.

Can the Quaker detective expose the truth before the real crime—the one hiding beneath the headless man—vanishes forever?