When midwife Sarah and detective Frank Malloy’s friend and new partner Gino Donatelli is accused of murder, he and Sarah must catch the real killer to keep him alive, in this enthralling, new novel in the USA Today bestselling Gaslight Mystery series. . . . A young woman is missing in the upper Manhattan neighborhood called Italian Harlem, and everyone knows whoʼs responsible—the Black Hand, a notorious group known for terrorizing their own community with violence and kidnappings. Gino and Frank set out to learn more about the disreputable gang and soon find a lead: a saloon-owning gangster named Nunzio Esposito. Gino hates that a fellow immigrant would stoop so low and decides to confront his wayward countryman. But he quickly discovers the man can’t be reasoned with—because he’s been murdered. The police have only one suspect: Gino Donatelli. Frank and Sarah know Gino is no killer, but someone has pulled out all the stops to make it look like he is guilty. They also must now face the Black Hand, who are honor-bound to avenge the death of one of their own. With evidence mounting against their friend and a group of bad guys out for blood, Sarah and Frank race to unravel a treacherous plot before Gino’s time runs out. . . . Praise for the Edgar® and Agatha award-nominated Gaslight mysteries "Tantalizing."--Catherine Coulter, #1  New York Times  bestselling author  "Victoria Thompson shines...Anne Perry and Caleb Carr fans, rejoice!"--Tamar Myers, national bestselling author of the  Pennsylvania Dutch Mysteries “Cleverly plotted… Fans of husband-and-wife sleuthing partners such as Thomas and Charlotte Pitt will be pleased.”-- Publisher’s Weekly "A fascinating window into a bygone era."-- Kirkus Reviews "Gangs of New York, eat your heart out--this book is the real thing."-- Mystery Scene "Enthralling...Fascinating characters with a story to tell."-- Fresh Fiction Victoria Thompson is the Edgar® and Agatha award-nominated author of the Gaslight mysteries, the Counterfeit Lady series, as well as numerous historical novels. She lives in the Chicago area with her family. i   The quick brown fox jumps over the lazy dog," Maeve whispered to herself, deliberately striking each key on the typewriter as she said it. Why had she thought working in Mr. Malloy's private investigator's office would be exciting? The first thing he and his partner, Gino Donatelli, had wanted her to do was learn to use the typewriter. She would never get the hang of this. She should have been content just being a nanny to the Malloy children. Taking little Catherine to and from school and getting her and her brother, Brian, ready for bed was so much easier than this. At least being a nanny didn't require using machinery.   She looked up when the main office door opened, grateful for the interruption.   To her surprise, a lovely young woman came in. She looked nothing like their usual clients. She was obviously Italian, and she wore what must be her Sunday best, including an interesting little hat. She twisted her gloved hands nervously in front of her.   "May I help you?" Maeve asked brightly.   "Is this Mr. Malloy's office?" she asked without a trace of an accent. She glanced around uncertainly at the utilitarian office space with its plain wooden desk and chairs and a pair of windows that provided a stunning view of a brick wall. She'd probably been expecting something grander.   "Yes, it is."   "And Gi-I mean, Mr. Donatelli, too?"   Maeve somehow managed not to wince. This beautiful young Italian woman was looking for Gino Donatelli, and Maeve didn't even want to know why. She also shouldn't care, so why did she?   Should she lie? Did she dare send the woman away? But that was foolish. She'd only come back. Besides, the door to Gino's office was open, and he'd apparently overheard the woman's question, because he'd already come out.   "Teo?" he asked, surprised but also much too pleased to see her. Of course he was. Any man would be happy if a woman this lovely had sought him out.   "Oh, Gino!" she cried, hurrying to him and giving him both her hands, which he took with a familiarity that made Maeve furious.   "What's wrong?" Gino asked. "Is it-?"   "No, no, nothing with the family, but Gino, it's something terrible," she said, bursting into tears.   "There now, don't cry," Gino said, which is what men always said, but only because it made them feel helpless to see a woman cry. He slipped his arm around her shoulders without the slightest hesitation-they knew each other very well!-and led her into his office. "Maeve," he called back over his shoulder, "would you get Teo a glass of water?"   How dare he ask her to wait on his paramour! But the washroom was just next door to their offices, so Maeve was back in no time. By then Mr. Malloy had come out of his office to see what all the commotion was about.   "What-?" he began, but Maeve cut him off.   "Gino has a lady visitor." Did she sound disgruntled? Mr. Malloy's eyebro