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False as the Day Is Long: A Keegan Shaw Mystery
False as the Day Is Long: A Keegan Shaw Mystery
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Upon its publication date, this book received a starred review in Library Journal.
It all began when Sunni Russell hired Keegan Shaw to find her birth father . . . She has been told Keegan can be trusted and has a talent for sorting out secrets. For the price of a vacation, she hires Keegan to follow her mother to London, to keep her eyes open and her mouth shut, and to report back.
Who wouldn't fly to London, all expenses paid, just for keeping an eye on somebody's ex-hippie mother? How hard could it be? That's how Keegan Shaw figures it anyway. Her love life is shaky at the moment and she hasn't been to England in a dozen years, not since she was a working photojournalist.
Mrs. Russell, an ex-hippie who lives her life according to psychics, has kept Sunni's father a secret for 47 years. And despite the old saying, "If you can remember London in the Sixties, you weren't there," Abby Russell remembers it all: miniskirts, pot, free love, LSD, Carnaby Street, the Stones. But instead of the warm, fuzzy buzz of nostalgia, she is haunted by the unsolved 1966 murder of her flatmate, Susan Miachi.
Against Sunni's instructions, Keegan befriends Mrs. Russell on the flight over. Together they explore London's post-recession art world and everyone who has an interest in a particular posh West End gallery, including the single-minded gallery owner, his aging ex-boyfriend, his bitter ex-wife, his hot young girlfriend, his even hotter son, and an old writer friend.
Keegan realizes that some aren't who they pretend to be and one is not quite finished with murder.
It all began when Sunni Russell hired Keegan Shaw to find her birth father . . . She has been told Keegan can be trusted and has a talent for sorting out secrets. For the price of a vacation, she hires Keegan to follow her mother to London, to keep her eyes open and her mouth shut, and to report back.
Who wouldn't fly to London, all expenses paid, just for keeping an eye on somebody's ex-hippie mother? How hard could it be? That's how Keegan Shaw figures it anyway. Her love life is shaky at the moment and she hasn't been to England in a dozen years, not since she was a working photojournalist.
Mrs. Russell, an ex-hippie who lives her life according to psychics, has kept Sunni's father a secret for 47 years. And despite the old saying, "If you can remember London in the Sixties, you weren't there," Abby Russell remembers it all: miniskirts, pot, free love, LSD, Carnaby Street, the Stones. But instead of the warm, fuzzy buzz of nostalgia, she is haunted by the unsolved 1966 murder of her flatmate, Susan Miachi.
Against Sunni's instructions, Keegan befriends Mrs. Russell on the flight over. Together they explore London's post-recession art world and everyone who has an interest in a particular posh West End gallery, including the single-minded gallery owner, his aging ex-boyfriend, his bitter ex-wife, his hot young girlfriend, his even hotter son, and an old writer friend.
Keegan realizes that some aren't who they pretend to be and one is not quite finished with murder.
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