Here it is, my newest tale, The Driver. It concerns a streetcar driver by name of Georg Vintner. Georg was born in Norway, came to the U.S. at a young age and went to sea. Somehow he washed ashore in San Francisco in 1877. He has given up the sea and now drives a tram. These days most streetcars are pulled by horses.
Georg's job is not an easy one. He works a 16 hour shift, six days a week. The horses don't have it much better, though they only work four or five hours a day. They last about five years on the job.
That's bad enough, but now a man is murdered on Georg's car, in the middle of a riot. Georg is suspected of the killing, for lack of anyone else to blame it on. Now he finds himself with the job of trying to solve the murder.
I think this book is my first murder mystery, though I'm not sure about that. With most other mysteries, the detective actually solves the crime. Read the tale, and you decide.
