Being a psychic who has visions has made Eden McGill an oddity in her family. Her glamorous twin sisters overshadow and bully her due to her strange talent.
Dirk McSwain’s father committed suicide when the stock market crashed in 1929, leaving Dirk as the man of the house. His home in New Orleans is in danger of foreclosure and he hocks some property to pay for passage on the Queen Mary hoping to win big at the gaming tables.
When the man who Dirk beats at cards dies mysteriously, Dirk and the psychic sister must team up to solve the case before the ship sails into Southampton and all the suspects disembark.
The man grabbed her by the shoulders. "Whoa there, filly. This ain't no horse race here, ma'am." She jerked back from him as if his hands had burned her. "Sorry, sorry."
He didn't let go. If anything, his grip got tighter. "Where's the fire? I want to steer clear of it."
Eden tried to jerk away from him as her two sisters came off the elevator themselves. As soon as the man saw the twins, he abruptly let go of her. She staggered across the lobby, trying to catch her balance.
The man looked Lilith and Eve up and down. "My, my, what do we have here? Double my pleasure?" His grin showed his dimples. Very deep dimples that Eden tried to ignore.
"We're Lilith and Eve McGill. Twins, if you couldn't tell," Lilith said. She simpered and struck a pose. She patted her small hat perched over her left eye.
"Lilith and Eve? How interesting." He tipped his hat and bowed. "Your mum and dad disagree on who was Adam's wife?"
Lilith's smile got larger. "They almost caused the Reverend to have a heart attack when they named me Lilith. People think it's sacrilege. Even though we aren't Jewish, my parents are into studying the religions of the world. I'm surprised you caught the reference. Most people don't." She stopped and patted her hair. "And I guess the name Lilith fits me. I'm a little bit sacrilege myself."
Eden had recovered herself and stalked over to Lilith. "Stop it, Lil. Mum will kill me if I let you go wild, child." She took Lilith's arm. "Come on. Let's go and leave this…" She looked the man up and down.
"Gentleman," she paused for effect, "alone."
The man looked down at the shorter Eden. "Who are you? You're too young to be the mother. So, who could you be?" He put his index finger to his chin and tapped it. "Hmm. Maybe the serpent?" He slapped his forehead with his hat. "No. You can't be. The serpent liked to lead people into sin. You seem like the prude of the group." He turned back to Lilith. "Who's the wet rag?"
Eden gasped at his rudeness as Lilith laughed out loud. "That would be the big sister, Eden. Eden, bossy britches, McGill to be exact."
The man laughed louder. "Eden? Really, your parents are a bit insane, aren't they? They couldn't get past Genesis?"