When a murdered stranger carries her calling card, a lady psychic must clear her name—and protect the friend whose secrets may have gotten him killed.

A man lies dead in the streets of London, and Electra Poole's calling card is found in his hand. Inspector Gideon Pierce, drawn back into her orbit despite every professional instinct, comes to her with questions she cannot answer. She has never met Percival Pennington. She has no idea why he carried her card. But Pierce's suspicion cuts deeper than the mystery itself, and Electra knows that her word alone will not be enough.

The investigation leads to Lady Cordelia Redmayne—Electra's dearest friend, her housemate, and the wife of a powerful Member of Parliament. Cordelia's name cannot be tangled in scandal, not when her husband's career and her own standing hang in the balance. Electra will not allow it. She turns to the psychic gifts that have always set her apart, searching for answers in visions the police cannot see and truths the dead cannot speak.

But what she uncovers is far more dangerous than a single murder. Hidden alliances stretch and tangle among those connected to Pennington. Buried secrets claw their way to the surface. And a disturbing vision reveals that danger may lurk for Gideon.

Christy Carlyle delivers a richly atmospheric mystery where Gothic tension meets slow-burning chemistry, moral stakes meet psychic insight, and the past refuses to stay buried. Perfect for those who crave Victorian mysteries with depth, danger, and romance woven through every shadowed corner.