The Shifting Scion
A Nick Williams Mystery #27
Thursday, October 18, 1962
Nick is in trouble. He's obstructing justice and might possibly be an accessory to murder, after the fact. The cops are on to him and his lawyer is very concerned.
How did this happen?
It's all because Sam Halverson, a close friend and an operative for WilliamsJones Security, has murdered a man and is on his way to Mexico to hide out from the law.
At Nick's instruction... Oh, boy!
Meanwhile, Nick's latest attempt at matchmaking appears to be falling apart. It seemed like such a perfect pairing but, apparently, the prospective couple won't be living happily ever after.
Will justice (and love) prevail?
Find out in this, the second book in a three-part story arc (beginning with The Derelict Dad), that's all about what happens when a father, who has abandoned his family to find his fortune, finally has to come to terms with his past.
|On Kindle Unlimited:||No|
|Ebook Publication Date:||November 29, 2018|
|Paperback Publication Date:||December 19, 2018|
|Paperback Page Count:||206|
|Previous book in series:||#26 The Derelict Dad|
|Next book in series:||#28 The Beloved Bach|
About The Series: A Nick Williams Mystery
In 1953, the richest homosexual in San Francisco is a private investigator.
Nick Williams lives in a modest bungalow with his fireman husband, a sweet fellow from Georgia by the name of Carter Jones.
Nick's gem of a secretary, Marnie Wilson, is worried that Nick isn't working enough. She knits a lot.
Jeffrey Klein, Esquire, is Nick's friend and lawyer. He represents the guys and gals who get caught in police raids in the Tenderloin.
Lt. Mike Robertson is Nick's first love and best friend. He's a good guy who's one hell of a cop.
The Unexpected Heiress is where their stories begin. Read along and fall in love with the City where cable cars climb halfway to the stars.
Long before the Summer of Love, pride parades down Market Street, and the fight for marriage equality, San Francisco was all about the Red Scare, F.B.I. investigations, yellow journalism run amok, and the ladies who play mahjong over tea.