A new member of the Pinkerton Agency's Female Detective Bureau, Amanda Brown was a fugitive from an unhappy past. She'd fled her small, rural town on the promise that Pinkerton Agent, Christopher Garrety, would make her his partner and perhaps something more. But when she's sent to Washington D.C. for her first field assignment, what appeared to be a routine op quickly turns into a dangerous political power struggle threatening the life of President James A. Garfield.
At nine twenty-five, the White House carriage pulled up outside the
train station on Sixth Street. President Garfield and the First Lady
stepped down onto the sidewalk. Still frail and terribly thin from her
recent illness, Lucretia Garfield clung to her husband’s arm as he
escorted her inside. They proceeded through the waiting room, stopping
briefly to exchange a few words with politicians who’d come to see
The excitement of their arrival sent a buzz humming through the station.
Chris and Amanda rushed into the frenzy to scan the faces of
well-wishers. Surprisingly, Guiteau was not among them. Still concerned,
they continued to follow the Garfields. As they approached the platform
to meet their train for Long Branch, New Jersey, the crowd around them
diminished finally allowing Amanda to spot a curious little man.
“Chris,” Amanda whispered, clutching his arm. “That’s him.”
She pointed across the room where Charles Guiteau stood some ten feet
away beside an open window. He seemed engrossed in observing the
Garfields’ every move. Whenever the President moved, so did Guiteau.
But he always kept his distance, never coming too close, so as to risk
falling under the First Couple’s notice. Finally, the piercing sound
of a whistle announced the arrival of the Garfields’ train. Guiteau
slipped one hand inside his pocket and kept it there, as he closed the
space between him and the President.
“Chris!” Amanda warned, prompting him to do something.
Already on his way, Chris circled around, leaving Amanda alone to watch
Guiteau move up behind President Garfield, his hand still clutching
something inside his pocket. Slowly, he moved his arm until the familiar
gleam of the Bulldog she’d seen him practicing with appeared.
Amanda’s breath caught in her throat. The approaching train screamed
again and a dense cloud of smoke enveloped the scene, obscuring the
President and Guiteau from view. Certain of the inevitable outcome,
Amanda shouted and rushed forward. A small number of concerned citizens
followed in her wake. When the smoke lifted, she stopped abruptly at the
incomprehensible sight of both Mr. and Mrs. Garfield climbing aboard the
train, unharmed, without the slightest trace of Charles Guiteau or
Christopher Garrety anywhere.
Excerpted from "A Pink Lady (The Pinkerton Detective Series) (Volume 1)" by Elizabeth A. Miller. Copyright © 2014 by Elizabeth A. Miller. Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher. Excerpts are provided solely for the personal use of visitors to this web site.
Elizabeth A. Miller
Elizabeth Miller lives and works in St. Louis, Missouri. A partner in a freelance writing company, Innovative Writing Works, Elizabeth has had a life long passion for books and storytelling. She is a graduate of Fontbonne University with a B.A. in English and professional writing.
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