By Laura Lippman
September 11, 2019
Alive, I was Cleo Sherwood. Dead, I became the Lady in the Lake, a nasty broken thing, dragged from the fountain after steeping there for months. And no one cared until you came along … Oh, Maddie Schwartz, do you have any idea what you’ve done?
Cleo Sherwood disappeared eight months ago. Aside from her parents and the two sons she left behind, no one seems to have noticed. It isn’t hard to understand why; it’s 1966 and neither the police, the public nor the papers care much when Negro women go missing.
Maddie Schwartz – recently separated from her husband, working her first job as an assistant at the Baltimore Sun – wants one thing: a byline. When she hears about an unidentified body that’s been pulled from a fountain in one of the city’s parks, Maddie thinks she is about to uncover a story that will make her name. What she can’t imagine is how much trouble she will cause by chasing a story that no one wants her to tell.