Semi-retired private detective Molly Murphy Sullivan is suffering from depression after a miscarriage following her adventure in San Francisco during the earthquake of 1906. She and her husband, Daniel, are invited for Christmas at a mansion on the Hudson, and they gratefully accept, expecting a peaceful and relaxing holiday season. Not long after they arrive, however, they start to feel the tension in the house’s atmosphere. Then they learn that the host couple’s young daughter wandered out into the snow ten years ago and was never seen again. Molly can identify with the mother’s pain at never knowing what happened to her child and wants to help, but there is so little to go on. No ransom note. No body ever found. But Molly slowly begins to suspect that the occupants of the house know more than they are letting on. Then, on Christmas Eve, there is a knock at the door and a young girl stands there. “I’m Charlotte,” she says. “I’ve come home.”
Have you read many historical mysteries? I picked this one up as I was hoping by the end it would be a heartwarming Christmas novel. It was a nice read.
Molly has experienced tragedy and loss in her life. Her miscarriage left her feeling grief for the child who could not be born. As the protagonist, I felt that Molly did not draw me into her world as I hoped. The mysterious house, people who lived there and mystery of the missing child intrigued me. I kept reading in order to find out the secrets of this grand old mansion. I loved the relationship between Molly and her husband. They are a great team in their work and marriage.
I hope to read more from the mystery genre.