Old Broadbrim on a Hot Chase

He came to Coney Island for a few days of rest. He leaves as a dead man.

Old Broadbrim, the Quaker detective, never turns down a mystery—and the bicycle path murders are exactly the kind of puzzle that sets his blood racing. A score of wheelmen robbed in the dark. A body on the greensward. A coroner with no answers and desperate eyes.

Broadbrim is certain it's an organized gang. He's right. What he doesn't know is that the gang already knows his name.

When he slips into the shadows of Coney Island's all-night haunts, chasing whispers and watching faces, he gets closer to the truth than he realizes. Too close. The wrong people notice. And before the night is through, Broadbrim finds himself bound, beaten, and sinking into a black creek beneath a railroad trestle—left for dead by men who don't bluff.

But Old Broadbrim has survived worse than a midnight grave.

Clawing back from the edge, he returns to the hunt—only to discover the robberies are a thin disguise over something far darker. Behind the bicycle highwaymen lurks a conspiracy of greed, cruelty, and buried identity that reaches from the Coney Island shore all the way into the gilded parlors of New York's banking elite.

The closer he rides toward the truth, the more dangerous the path becomes.

Can the Quaker detective expose the gang before they silence him for good?