At the request of an old lover, Keegan Shaw keeps an appointment on a south Florida beach with Sunni Russell, a locally famous businesswoman. Sunni wants to know who her birth father is and has been told Keegan can be trusted and has a talent for sorting out secrets. She hires Keegan to follow her mother to London, to keep her eyes open and her mouth shut, and to report back.
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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Almost on a lark, Floridian freelance photojournalist Keegan takes on a sleuthing assignment and finds her subject more complicated than expected. Abby’s daughter, Sunni, has asked Keegan to follow Abby to London. Secretive about her past, Abby has been acting suspiciously and Sunni thinks London might be where her birth father lives. Believing she’s on a paternity hunt, Keegan soon learns that Abby was party to an unsolved murder that claimed her roommate’s life back in 1966. Abby might be seeking closure for a terrible chapter in her life, but now someone else wants to eliminate her entirely. Keegan is caught up in a swirling scene of jealousy, long-simmering hatred, and folks on the run. VERDICT One woman’s search for her past threatens those who were left behind. Robson’s effective use of twists and turns is nicely paced and introduces an engaging protagonist with plenty of her own skeletons in the closet to explore. More Keegan, please.”