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Автор Риз Боуэн
For theLove 
Mike
Also by Rhys Bowen
The Molly Murphy
Mysteries
The Constable Evans
Mysteries
For the
Love Mike
Rhys Bowen
St. Martin’s Minotaur 
New York
FOR THE LOVE OF MIKE. Copyright © 2003 by Rhys Bowen. All rights reserved. Printed in the United States of America. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles or reviews. For information, address St. Martin’s Press, 175 Fifth Avenue, New York, N. Y. 10010.
Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data
Bowen, Rhys.
For the love of Mike / Rhys Bowen. —1st ed. p. cm.
ISBN 0-312-31300-4
1. Murphy, Molly (Fictitious character)—Fiction. 2. Women private investigators—New York (State)—New York—Fiction. 3. Irish American women—Fiction. 4. Women immigrants—Fiction. 5. New York (N. Y. )—Fiction. 6. Missing persons—Fiction.
7. Clothing trade—Fiction. I. Title.PR6052. O848F67 2003
823'. 914—dc21
2003046819
First Edition: December 2003
10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1
This book is dedicated to the memory ofmy great aunt Sarah, who shared Molly’s spiritand also survived working in a sweatshop, going onto become a teacher and woman of letters.
Acknowledgments
With thanks to New Yorkers S. J. Rozan and Annette and Marty Meyers for believing in my books, to Rochelle Krich for attempting to set me straight on all things Jewish, and as always, special thanks to John, Clare, and Jane for their great suggestions and for making me work hard.
For theLove Mike
Table of Contents
Acknowledgments
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Chapter Twenty-Nine
One
Actually I had been guessing at the time. I heard the clock on Grace Church, a couple of blocks away at Tenth and Broadway, chiming the half hour and it hadn’t yet chimed the three quarters, but in my profession guessing wasn’t really good enough. I’d just have to get myself a watch. I sensed my mother turning in her grave at the thought of such presumptive ideas. No one in Ballykillin had ever owned a watch, apart from the family at the big house, and they didn’t count, being English. It was a pity I hadn’t managed to get my hands on Paddy Riley’s pocket watch before the police took his body away. Now it was probably on some sergeant’s watch chain, where it was going to stay put, and as for myself, I wasn’t making enough money to indulge in luxuries. If you want a real confession, I wasn’t making any money at all.
