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O SECRET LIFE & ANNA BLANC Secret Life of Anna Blanc.indd 1 8/26/15 9:01 AM Secret Life of Anna Blanc.indd 2 8/26/15 9:01 AM O SECRET LIFE & ANNA BLANC JENNIFER KINCHELOE Secret Life of Anna Blanc.indd 3 8/26/15 9:01 AM Published 2015 by Seventh Street Books®, an imprint of Prometheus Books e Secret Life of Anna Blanc. Copyright © 2015 by Jennifer Kincheloe. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, digital, electronic, mechanical, photocopy ing, re cord ing, or otherwise, or conveyed via the Internet or a website without prior written permission of the publisher, ex cept in the case of brief quotations em bodied in critical articles and reviews. Cover design by Nicole Sommer-Lecht Cover image © David et Myrtille / Trevillion Images is is a work of ction. Characters, organizations, products, locales, and events por- trayed in this novel either are products of my imagination or are used ctitiously. I took some liberties for the sake of the story. Some books and songs were released a year or two later than 1907, when the novel takes place. For example, the book e Circular Staircase and the song Harvest Moon were not published until 1908. Emma Summers and the Boyle Heights Rape Fiend were real people, but the details of their lives have been changed for the sake of this story. e character of Anna Blanc bears some resemblance to Fanny Bixby, one of California’s richest young women, who became a police matron in Long Beach in 1907. However, this resemblance is purely coincidental. I learned about Fanny Bixby aer I wrote the book. e novel was actu- ally inspired by police matron Alice Stebbins Wells, who in 1910 became the rst woman police ocer in Los Angeles. She was nothing like Anna Blanc. Inquiries should be addressed to Seventh Street Books 59 John Glenn Drive Amherst, New York 14228 VOICE: 716–691–0133 FAX: 716–691–0137 WWW.SEVENTHSTREETBOOKS.COM 19 18 17 16 15 5 4 3 2 1 Library of Congress Cataloging-in-Publication Data Pending ISBN 978-1-63388-080-1 (pbk) ISBN 978-1-63388-081-8 (ebook) Printed in the United States of America Secret Life of Anna Blanc.indd 4 8/26/15 9:01 AM For Jonathan, Samara, and Seamus, who mean more to me than the entire Western canon. And for my mother, Sandy, who told me I could do anything. Secret Life of Anna Blanc.indd 5 8/26/15 9:01 AM Secret Life of Anna Blanc.indd 6 8/26/15 9:01 AM CHAPTER 1 Los Angeles, 1907 Anna Blanc wore a six-inch hairpiece made from the tresses of a yak. She had crowned the abundant pus and curls with the largest ostrich feather hat in Los Angeles. e look was dramatic, the latest from Vionnet at the House of Doucet, and a terrible choice when running for a train. She sprinted along the moonlit tracks, her big hair bun bouncing, her feathers shaking, her satin gown trailing an undigni- ed sprig of rosemary snagged from the bush where she’d been hiding. Above her, the majestic dome of La Grande Station rose from the expanse of dust and steel, menacing her like some giant guardian of propriety. As she ew past a palm tree, her veil caught on a frond and tore, revealing an eye, a nose, a cheek. “Biscuits!” she swore. It had occurred to Anna that she should wait to board the train until the last possible moment, so it would be harder for any pursuer to drag her back o. But, just as the last passengers were stepping on board the late-night train, and Louis Taylor was waving frantically from a car window, two men had approached from the tracks carrying a tin bathtub. One was very thin. One was a cop. is gave Anna pause. She had always admired policemen and wanted to be one, but not this one. His face was scarred, like he had been mauled by a dog. More impor- tantly, he might have come to hunt Anna but had gotten hung up by whatever was in the tub, in which case she needed to stay in the bushes. As they passed closer to Anna, beneath a sputtering gaslight, she rose on tiptoes, peeking through the leaves of a hibiscus bush, and saw a large, lumpy sack oozing in the tub. It looked violent and disgusting 7 Secret Life of Anna Blanc.indd 7 8/26/15 9:01 AM 8 O SECRET LIFE & ANNA BLANC and made her feel ill. It could be a deer, but she thought not. No one called the police when a train hit an animal. It had to be a corpse, likely a woman or a child, because the lumps were too small to be a man . unless parts were missing. She resented the sickening lumps for turning her stomach on this most special of all nights. By the time the policeman had le, the train was rolling. Anna popped from the bush. She charged through the warm December night in glamorous shoes, her taeta petticoats thrashing down the rails. She felt the rumble of the locomotive in her pounding pulse. It belched black smoke, lling her panting, petal lips with grit, showering her with dirty ash. Louis hung from the door of the car, bareheaded, reaching for her as she sprinted, his eyes bulging, his tongue tip pasted to the corner of his mouth, his striped, silk necktie apping in the wind. She grabbed his hand and leapt, losing one François Pinet shoe. Louis leaned against the oak paneled wall, sweating, heart pounding, and exhaled deeply, as if he’d been holding his breath. He grabbed a perfect Homburg hat from the luggage rack and ipped it on. “So much for a quiet departure. ere wasn’t a person at the station who didn’t see you board.” Anna collapsed against the wall next to him, her mind racing with dangerous possibilities. “He might nd out I was on the train, but he won’t know where I got o.” Even as she said it, she didn’t believe it. She half believed that there was nowhere beyond the reach of her father, the man who restricted her freedoms, down to the very books she read. She felt a quivering panic in her chest, and wetness spread under her arms. She looked down at her shoeless foot and made a little sound of distress. Louis took her arm and cooed, “Don’t fret, darling. Your father can’t stop us from marrying, you know. It’s the twentieth century, and he isn’t in France anymore. is is Los Angeles.” She looked up, dread clouding her grey eyes. “You have no idea what he can do.” Louis raised one eyebrow, which, together with his spanking ne Secret Life of Anna Blanc.indd 8 8/26/15 9:01 AM JENNIFER KINCHELOE 9 mustache, looked very debonair. “Darling, once the deed is done, it’s done.” e car insides were cozy, like a nice hotel, with polished wood, vaulted ceilings, and emerald velvet seats. Anna scanned the faces on her getaway train. To her relief, she recognized no one among the traveling suits and black derbies. She barely recognized Louis, whom she’d spoken to only twice, though they’d attended the same balls and exchanged a dozen mushy letters. ey’d kept their aair entirely secret. Anna’s father set a high price on her beauty, and would just as soon keep her as an ornament, like a prized Ming Vase, as relinquish her to another man. He’d driven away every suitor who had shown up on his doorstep with violets and honorable intentions. is being widely known, Louis had taken a dierent approach. He’d delivered his pas- sionate declarations through Anna’s friend Clara, while studiously ignoring Anna in public and never coming to call. Anna limped on one heeled shoe as Louis urged her down the aisle to an empty row at the back of the car. He walked so closely behind her that when she swayed with the train she fell against him. He had a man smell, humid and spicy, like her father’s Bay Rum aershave. “Someone was hit by the train,” she said. “at’s why the train was late.” Louis shook his head. “Yes, I know. Let’s not speak of it. I mean, it’s not a nice topic for a lady.” He raised his eyebrows hopefully. “Unless you want to.” “No. It’s just . it’s hard to get hit by a train unless you try.” He nodded soberly. Anna would have said a prayer for the deceased, but there was no point. All suicides went to hell. Plus, suicide by train was bad manners, as someone else had to clean it up. A considerate person would take too much laudanum or something, and die in their bed, or drown at sea, so as not to inconvenience other people. She opened her mouth to say so, but Louis clapped his hands over her eyes. “Don’t look.” Secret Life of Anna Blanc.indd 9 8/26/15 9:01 AM 10 O SECRET LIFE & ANNA BLANC Anna smiled indulgently. “Why not?” “Because my darling is a lady.” is seemed like a bad reason for anything. Anna peeled his ngers o her eyes too late.