My debut stand-alone mystery, The Lost Artist, began with a friend giving me a news article about marine archeologists searching for a sixteenth-century French fleet that sank off the Florida coast in 1565. “Thought you might find this interesting,” she said.
She knew me too well. I’ve always been fascinated with archeology and lost civilizations and their artifacts, and the true tale of the lost fleet sparked my imagination.
As I dug deeper into the history of the little known fleet, I made an unexpected discovery that became the impetus for the book’s plot.
The secret to finding one of the greatest lost art treasures of sixteenth-century America is hidden in four murals buried under layers of wallpaper and paint in an old farmhouse in southern Illinois.
How the murals come to be, why they’ve remained hidden for over one-hundred-and-seventy-five years, and what their connection is to the lost fleet is the journey of The Lost Artist.
If I’ve peaked your interest, I invite you to join the book’s protagonist, Rose Caffrey, an edgy Chicago performance artist, as she uncovers buried secrets going back over four hundred years, with the power to transform American history. Like her you’ll find that beneath the layers of time lurks a truth worth killing for.