Young Broadbrim on an Aerial Trail

A boy detective with iron fists and a burning need to prove himself.

A fifty-thousand-dollar robbery. A trail that vanishes into the dark.

Harry Wilson—Young Broadbrim—is still learning the detective trade, but he's already learned one thing: danger doesn't wait for you to be ready.

When paymaster John Somers stumbles off a late-night train drugged and robbed, Harry sees his chance. Under the watchful eye of his mentor, the legendary Quaker detective Old Broadbrim, Harry has spent months building his muscles, sharpening his instincts, and swallowing his temper. Now a real case lands in their office—fifty thousand dollars vanished into a rainy Jersey night—and Harry refuses to sit on the sidelines.

As he follows a trail of corn grains, poison bottles, and singed earth, Harry discovers the robbery is only the beginning. Someone planned this with cold, patient precision. Someone who knew exactly what Somers was carrying. And someone who isn't finished yet.

The deeper Harry digs, the more the danger closes in. He's fifteen years old, thousands of miles from the frontier that made him tough, and hunting a criminal who leaves nothing but ash behind.

If Harry hesitates—if his temper breaks at the wrong moment—the case goes cold, the money disappears forever, and he proves every doubter right.

Can Young Broadbrim outthink a master criminal before the flames swallow everything?