Publication Dec. 9, 2025-Forever, Grand Central Publishing-Historical Mystery-352pp

Book Summary
Inspired by one of the first real-life female columnists at the New Yorker, this enticing historical mystery follows Freddie Archer as she solves crimes while reporting on the glamorous world of the rich and famous in 1920s Manhattan.
This writer just found her next scoop . . . and it’s deadly.
New York, 1925 – Freddie Archer frequents speakeasies and wild parties with her friends Dorothy Parker and Tallulah Bankhead. And the best part is that it’s all in a day’s work. Freddie loves her job writing the nightlife column for Gotham Magazine.
But Freddie’s latest piece just won her a bit more attention than she bargained for—from the police. A man mentioned in her column has been murdered. And Freddie is asked to keep an eye out for his fashionable female dinner companion. She’s told in no uncertain terms to stay out of the case herself.
So naturally, Freddie throws herself into an investigation that takes her from the elegant stores that line Fifth Avenue to the tenements south of Houston Street. Now between sipping gin rickeys with Scott and Zelda Fitzgerald and casting Broadway shows with Groucho Marx, she’s dodging bullets and dating a potentially dangerous bootlegger.
Freddie wanted adventure and excitement. But will she survive it?
Grateful Reader Review by Dorothy Schwab
If you’re like Freddie Archer, seeking adventure and excitement, this is the historical mystery for you! It’s New York,1925. This riveting trek takes readers from ritzy speakeasies and chic designer boutiques to the warehouses of the Lower Eastside. Freddie pals around with the famous author, critic, Dorothy Parker; readers can count on her for witty wisdom. Tallulah Bankhead, a twenty-three-year-old actress, already living at the famous Algonquin, hotspot of the literary and artistic elite, is also a frequent flyer in Freddie’s nightly jaunts to restaurants, plays, and clubs, searching for juicy gossip for her nightlife column. I loved that Freddie could write a column in her head as she sped around Manhattan in cabs following leads. Freddie consorts with Zelda and Scott Fitzgerald, and even Grouch Marx makes an appearance in an unexpected way. Freddie shows up, Chanel ensemble and chic bobbed hair, sticking her detective nose into situations she’s been told, in no uncertain terms, to stay out of. Julie Mulhern has created predicaments that are humorous, harrowing, and downright spine tingling. Grab a gin rickey or a champagne cocktail to follow the clues in Murder in Manhattan, but in the complete safety of your own living room. Did I mention bootleggers and kidnapping?







