New
York, 1904. After two years as a coroner’s physician for the city of New York,
Daniel O'Halleran is more frustrated than ever. What’s the point when the
authorities consistently brush aside his findings for the sake of expediency?
So when his fiancée leaves him standing at the altar on their wedding day, he
takes it as a sign that it's time to move on and eagerly accepts an offer to
assist the local coroner in the small Long Island village of Patchogue.
Though the coroner advises him that life on Long
Island is far more subdued than that of the city, Daniel hasn’t been there a
month when the pretty librarian, Kathleen Brissedon, asks him to look into a
two-year-old murder case that took place in the city. Oddly enough, the case
she’s referring to was the first one he ever worked on, and the verdict never
sat right with him.
Eager for the chance to investigate it anew,
Daniel agrees to look into it in his spare time, but when a fresh murder occurs
in his own backyard, he can’t shake his gut feeling that the two cases are
connected. Can he discover the link before another life is taken, or will
murder shake the peaceful South Shore village once again?
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FUN FACTS
While doing
research for “Murder on Oak Street,” I discovered the following fun facts:
After
scouring local newspapers of the period for murders, I could only find two or
three mentioned on the South Shore of Long Island for the eight-year period
from 1900 to 1908. Hopefully, my hero will be able to locate a few more in
upcoming books.
This
isn’t exactly about the book, but I came across this interesting tidbit.
English musician Billy Idol lived in Patchogue after his parents emigrated to
the United States in 1958.
The
first jail in Patchogue, known as the lockup, was nothing fancy. It was a one-room, brick building with a small, barred window. According to legend, local
children loved to taunt the inmates and thus expanded their vocabulary as a
result of the occupants’ replies. However, their parents probably weren’t too happy with the words they learned.
The
Roe Hotel, where my hero will be staying for a while, was owned by Austin Roe
III, the grandson of Culper Spy ring legend Austin Roe I. Two more of his
grandsons also resided in Patchogue. John ran the cotton/twine mill, and
William was a merchant at the Four Corners (the center of town, where Main St. and Ocean Ave. intersect.)
Cycling
was very big in 1904. Clubs known as the Wheelman would ride their bicycles out
to Patchogue on a Saturday, spend the night at the Roe Hotel, and then pedal
the fifty miles back to New York City on Sunday. Not everyone had the energy to
make the trek back, however. For those who were too exhausted, the Long Island
Railroad had special cars designed to carry bicycles, so their owners could
relax on the way home.
I. M. Foster
I. M. Foster is the pen name author Inez Foster uses to write her South Shore Mystery series, set on Edwardian Long Island. Inez also writes historical romances under the pseudonym Andrea Matthews and has so far published two series in that genre: the Thunder on the Moor series, a time-travel romance set on the 16th century Anglo-Scottish Borders, and the Cross of Ciaran series, which follows the adventures of a fifth century Celt who finds himself in love with a twentieth-century archaeologist.
Inez is a
historian and librarian who loves to read and write and search around for her
roots, genealogically speaking. She has a BA in History and an MLS in Library
Science and enjoys the research almost as much as she does writing the story.
In fact, many of her ideas come to her while doing casual research or digging
into her family history. Inez is a member of the Long Island Romance Writers,
the Historical Novel Society, and Sisters in Crime.
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Thanks so much for hosting I. M. Foster today, with such fabulous Fun Facts!
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