“Anna shouted, “Help me! I’m naked and covered in honey!” Wolf slid across the kitchen tile, heading for the basement stairs like Hermes in a footrace. “Hold tight, honeybun! Here I come!” Joe Singer charged behind him with the lantern. Wolf was not going to see Anna in her honey, even if he had to shoot him. This was not police work. This was personal. He hurled himself at Wolf. “She’s my girl!” “Not anymore!” MysteryHistorical FictionHistorical Fiction MysteryEdwardian EraThe Woman In The Camphor Trunk Book:The Woman in the Camphor Trunk Source: The Woman in the Camphor Trunk
“Anna lifted her chin, “Forgive my interruption, Mr. President, but I am Assistant Matron Anna Blanc, and I’ve come about the singsong girls.” She remembered herself and bowed. No one bowed back. They simply stared at her. After a moment, Tom Foo Yuen said, in his tar-thick accent, “You are a brave, strange woman, Matron Blanc.” Anna had heard that before.” RomanceHistorical FictionChinatownEdwardian EraHistorical MysteryThe Woman In The Camphor TrunkAnna BlancHistorical Novel Mystery Book:The Woman in the Camphor Trunk Source: The Woman in the Camphor Trunk