Lew Rogers's life is pleasantly boring until his friend Mira messes with magic she doesn't understand. While searching for her, he's pulled back in time to 1919 by a catastrophic magical accident. As he tries to navigate a strange time and find his friend in the smoky music clubs of Soho, the last thing he needs is Detective Alec Carter suspecting him of murder.<br><br>London in 1919 is cold, wet, and tired from four years of war. Alec is back in the Metropolitan Police after slogging out his army service on the Western Front. Falling for a suspect in a gruesome murder case is not on his agenda, however attractive he finds the other man.<br><br>Both men are floundering and out of their depth, struggling to come to terms with feelings they didn't ask for and didn't expect. Both have secrets that could get them arrested or killed. In the middle of a murder investigation that involves wild magic, mysterious creatures, and illegal sexual desire, who is safe to trust?

Lost in Time

“Can you go back and ask Mile End if they’ve had anything similar?” Max asked. “You said this was the sixth one they had no explanation for. Did they autopsy any of the others?”


“I don’t think so. I’m pretty sure the matron would have mentioned it. She was very thorough. I’ll double check in a moment when we go back up. I can telephone.”


Matron regretted they hadn’t autopsied the other bodies. “Sometimes patients just die, Detective Inspector Carter. It would be undignified to autopsy them all.” She was distressed. “Would he have suffered? Does your doctor think it was quick?”


“Yes, ma’am, Dr. Max said he thought it was almost instantaneous. No pain or awareness.” Alec was a lousy liar. She might not believe him, she was too experienced a nurse for that, but it was all he could do for her. “Does he have family? Do you want us to return the body to you?”


“Yes please, Detective. If you could. There’s an elderly mother. I’ll send a telegram now.” 7: Finding Mira, 1920


Chapter 16