The 83rd book I read was Hush Now, Don’t You Cry by Rhys Brown. Molly Murphy, the New York City detective, has married her long-time love, police inspector Daniel Sullivan. They have been invited to spend their interrupted honeymoon in a guest cottage on the Newport, Rhode Island estate of Alderman Brian Hannan. They arrive in the midst of a terrible thunderstorm and Daniel catches a terrible chill which turns to pneumonia and puts him out of commission.
They awake to find that Brian Hannan has fallen to his death on the cliffs below the house. The family has gathered at the house at Brian’s request, a strange request for the month of October and all are shocked. Molly does some investigation with the local Rhode Island police and they discover that Brian Hannan was actually poisoned. Add to that the myterious death eight years previous of his granddaughter on those same cliffs and the fact that Molly has seen a face in the turret of the big house’s window of a child who resembles the dead girl and you have the makings of several mysteries for Molly to solve. Eighty-three down, 17 to go.