40 years ago: Tangerine, beautiful young mulatto pianist, is brutally murdered. Her killer is the man known as Williwhat: numbers runner, drug dealer, enforcer. A gangster on the way up.
Now: William Wattson is a real estate magnate and a pillar of the community. Tangerine is dead. Or is she? Tangerine's vengeful spirit lives on, possessing her beloved piano - and a young woman who will be the instrument of her revenge.
Now: William Wattson is a real estate magnate and a pillar of the community. Tangerine is dead. Or is she? Tangerine's vengeful spirit lives on, possessing her beloved piano - and a young woman who will be the instrument of her revenge.
From the inside front cover: "The woman who wheeled around to face him was not the April he knew. Her lips, set in a petulant pout, and her half-closed eyes formed an exotic mask, defiant and cold. Even the structure of her face seemed different-the cheeks more hollow, the cheekbones higher and more pronounced. This was April's body-but someone else looked out through her eyes.
As Tony grasped her arm, April closed her eyes and swayed slightly. Her arms dropped limply to her sides. Her entire body seemed to shrink, her spine sagged. The carved features softened, the color paled, the tension eased, and the arrogance was gone. April-truly April again-fainted in Tony's arms."
As Tony grasped her arm, April closed her eyes and swayed slightly. Her arms dropped limply to her sides. Her entire body seemed to shrink, her spine sagged. The carved features softened, the color paled, the tension eased, and the arrogance was gone. April-truly April again-fainted in Tony's arms."
