(From the publisher):
It was a bitter night she killed herself...a cold, gray Chicago night she walked into that lake with two hundred thousand dollars in hard, lovely cash.
When they told me in the morning I couldn't believe it, I wouldn't believe it. The widow Shirley - like they say in the song, the only girl in the world for me - entombed in that lake until hell froze over and the springtime rains thawed her out.
It tore me apart. Me, Maguire, John Patrick Aloysius, who knew the score and night-school law, and thought of women as Irish-whisky chasers.
The widow Shirley was dead and it tore me into little pieces. It scrambled my brains. It rode my thoughts and twisted my heart until I came up on the other side with the hunch that she was still alive - a living, animate, beautiful creature who could make me forget the whole human race.
I followed the hunch. I followed it to Florida - to a night club where a girl, my girl, stood on a stage and sang the blues, and when she saw me her eyes lit with fear and love and it knew it was going to be good with us.
Original title: I'll Find You
Genre: Fiction→ Crime and Mystery→ Suspense