September 1902. It’s not surprising that a case that begins with a killing in a faux Chinatown and ends in a séance would include a generous helping of farce. But not even Harry Reese, a man well used to a life only loosely tethered to reality, is prepared for what he encounters that autumn in 1902. Before it's over, he'll meet cricket ranchers, vaudeville artistes, white slavers, morality crusaders, circus roustabouts, and wayward utopians, and frequently become sidetracked by the need to rescue his loved ones from jail, or the clutches of a ruthless tong. Is it any wonder the case was put in motion by the machinations of his dear wife Emmie?
Online map: I've created a Google map with most of the book's locations indicated.