

The writing style is muddy, the plot drags, and I‘m getting tired of the dual timeline bit. However, the historical details about San Francisco were great and kept me going. I also enjoyed getting to know Al Sullivan, and hope that in subsequent books, he‘ll embrace his birth identity.
Two murders in the Claremont Hotel spanning two decades. Is Madam Chiang Kai-Shek involved, or is the ghost of Iris Stafford seeking vengeance?