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There’s something peculiar about the small group of men who have begun to frequent The Red Pearl, the tavern that has hosted a variety of Boston’s men since before the Revolutionary War began. In a rebellious city that does not tolerate Loyalists, men could come here and speak freely without fear of the repercussions -- and Jasper Finch, the tavern-keeper, has always been proud of that.
But now the war is in full force, and Lucy Finch -- the tavern-keeper’s wife -- is growing nervous about The Red Pearl’s most loyal customers. Their clandestine meetings and hushed whispers suggest dark secrets -- secrets which may threaten the safety of Boston, and the future of the war itself.
Lucy struggles to stay loyal to her husband’s wishes while grappling with the surprising truths of America’s war for independence. When a terrible assault makes her ache for revenge, she must make a choice: Will she keep quiet about the explosive secrets she has learned, or will she expose them and risk her marriage and possibly her life?
Set in the wild and unpredictable world of the Revolutionary War, fans of historical fiction will fall in love with Lucy Finch, who faces impossible choices that may change the fate of a nation.
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“I came to tell you something to pass to your captain.”
“Information. Men talk, especially when they’re drinking in the tavern, and I’ve heard things that might be of interest.”
“Tavern gossip is not our concern, Lucy. It was good to see you.”
My lips pursed. Jonathan had never been the most friendly of us, but this was rude. “No. I paid fifteen pennies and took a whole day to come here, which my husband would have my hide for if he knew of, by the way, and I won’t let you pass me off. As your sister, I deserve to be listened to, at least.”
He looked away, then sighed. “I regret my rudeness. You may speak.”
Tempted to clench my jaw - you may speak, how patronizing of him - I launched into the story immediately, my enthusiasm spiralling with every word, and when I finished I glanced at him proudly, anticipating his astonished and impressed smile.
His fingers twitched. “Thank you,” he said flatly. “I’m sure it will be taken care of.”
That didn’t sound right. “You’re not going to do anything about it?”
There were a few other soldiers on the other side of the empty pit, and they perked up for a moment at my urgent tone.
“We get dozens of tips like this,” my brother informed me quietly. “The colonists never have a problem foiling British shipments.”
“You don’t understand. They’ve gotten away with it so far; they said they’ve never had a ship that didn’t pass through.”
He considered this. “Okay.” It wasn’t a rejection, but it wasn’t a promise, either. It was less than he would have given Thea, who had married a good patriot, whose first love had not been so wild as to scare our father into marrying her to someone so absurdly sensible as my husband.
“I promise you, I am speaking truth,” I told him. “I wouldn’t bring this to you if I didn’t believe it.”
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