Pink Pursuits
ISBN: (13): 978
Published: 2018 Innovative Writing Works
Category: Fiction/Mystery& Detective/Women Sleuths
Pink Pursuits contains the suspense-filled cases of fictional female Pinkerton detectives in three
separate novels from Elizabeth A. Miller's, Pinkerton Detective Series. Rich with real historical
figures and details, A Pink Lady, Pink Revenge and The Pink Traitor center on new Pinkerton agent,
Amanda Brown.

A simple girl from a backwater Missouri town, Amanda left her broken dreams behind in Copper
Creek. Hoping for a new beginning, she follows Pinkerton agent Christopher Garrety to Chicago
with the promise she will become Chris' new partner and perhaps something more. But when she is
sent to Washington D.C. on her first assignment, political intrigue sparks the assassination of
President Garfield and ignites a storm of destruction for famed detective Allan Pinkerton and his

Faced with the bitter betrayal of a trusted colleague, Amanda and her fellow agents, begin an
exhaustive hunt to bring the traitor to justice. Their search takes them to Mexico where their
expectations of solving one case draws them into a private war instigated twenty years earlier by a
secret society know as the Knights of the Golden Circle. Bent on murdering President Lincoln before
his inauguration, the KGC's failure to stop Lincoln forged a bitter feud that has allowed the seeds of
sedition and revenge to take root. As a result, Amanda and friends are ensnared in a dangerous game
of retribution where no one's survival is certain.

How will the threads of past, present and future resolve themselves? Read Pink Pursuits and discover
the answer to this intriguing mystery series for yourself.
Explore the Series...
Pink Revenge
The Pinkerton Detective Series- Book 2
A Pink Lady
The Pinkerton Detective Series - Book 1
Hannah Webster was
shrewd, charming,
and ruthless. Most of
all she was a woman
bent on revenge...
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A routine op
quickly turns into a
dangerous game of
espionage for a new
Pinkerton agent,
pitting one woman
against an assassin's
bullet... Read More
Find Out
How Amanda's story began...
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Crossroads at the Stream
Copper Creek Series - Book 4
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Amanda Brown had
been in love with
Reverend Henry
Kohl as long as she
could remember.
But one woman
was preventing...
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The Pink Traitor
The Pinkerton Detective Series - Book 3
A deception begun
two decades ago
threatens to destroy
a new generation of
Pinkerton operatives
unless they can catch
a traitor before it's
too late...Read More
Amanda grinned broadly as David coninuted to drive his team of well-matched bays.
"I knew you wouldn't let me down," she exclaimed, leaning over to kiss his cheek.
He stared at her in wonder for an instant before fixing his eyes back on the road.
Fifteen minutes later they pulled up outside Riggs House Hotel. David leaned out of the carriage to size up
the street.
"Odd," he commented, as he shifted back into his seat. "I don't see any constables around."
"Don't worry, one will be along."
"Inevitably," David moaned. "That's just my luck."
"David, I hope you aren't going to go back on your…." Her words trailed away as noticed something
across the street.
"Look!" she exclaimed. "Guiteau is already leaving."
David leaned forward and spotted the strange little man setting off down the street with his cat-like stride.
"We can't let him out of our sight," Amanda added. "C'mon." She tugged on David's arm, climbed down
from the carriage and set off after Guiteau.
"Wait!" David called.
"Hurry," she replied, increasing her speed.
"This isn't what we planned!" David grumbled. He watched Amanda's progress down the street only a
moment more before he cursed under his breath and hopped down to run after her.
When he caught up with her, she grabbed his arm and pretended they were out for a stroll, all the while
keeping a watchful eye on Guiteau across the street. They were forced to part when he took a sudden
turn down an unmarked side street. Covering both ends of the block, they spotted him again when he
came out in a park and trailed him separately for another block until he went into a shop on the corner of
Fifteenth and F Streets.
Amanda's eyes widened with fear when she scanned the storefront display and realized just what kind of a
shop Guiteau had entered.
"David," she gasped, as he rejoined her.
He looked down at the display and instantly understood her distress. Dozens of shiny new guns glinted at
him through the window.
"You wait out here," he ordered, stepping around her.
Amanda tensed, as David went inside alone.
A tiny bell announced his arrival.
"I'll be right with you, sir," a gruff-looking man announced from behind the counter.
David nodded in acknowledgment and then pretended to browse the inventory, while the store keeper
returned his attention to Guiteau. He seemed to be debating between two pistols the owner had
extracted from the display case. One was a .44 caliber five-shooter English Bulldog with an ivory handle
and the other was a similar caliber snub-nosed five- shooter with a wood handle.
"Made up your mind yet?"
"It is difficult, Mr. O'Meara," Guiteau said in his high-pitched voice. "I am no expert on firearms. In fact, I've
never had a pistol in my life before."
"There is nothing mysterious about it, sir. Both of those are excellent weapons. The only real difference
between them is the appearance."
"The ivory handle is impressive. Is it much more expensive?" Guiteau asked.
"That model is ten dollars and the wood handled is nine."
"Hmmh," Guiteau hesitated.
"Was there any particular reason you decided to purchase a gun?" Mr. O'Meara ventured.
David tensed, in keen anticipation of Guiteau's reply, but made a point not to turn around.
"Why?" Guiteau demanded defensively.
"I only thought if I knew what you had in mind, I might be better able to advise you in the selection of a
gun that would suit your purposes."
"Yes. Well… I only wanted something for self-defense. There are so many unsavory sorts about these
"Indeed," the gunsmith agreed, thinking Guiteau certainly fit that description. "In that case, I think the
Bulldog would be perfect."
"I admit I would prefer it over the plain model. But ten dollars is a bit more than I wanted to spend. Could
you make it nine?"
O'Meara rubbed his chin. "Tell you what I'll do. You give me ten for the gun and I'll throw in half a dozen
boxes of cartridges at no charge."
"I'm giving you a bargain."
Guiteau looked around and focused in on a little penknife marked to sell for fifty cents. He grabbed it and
put it on the counter between them.
"Add this little penknife to your offer and we have a deal."
O'Meara grimaced, but nodded in agreement. Ten dollars please."
Guiteau dug into his pocket and pulled out a crinkled wad of notes. "Here's twenty."
O'Meara took the money to his register and, when he returned with the change, he couldn't help noticing
Guiteau carefully poking at his new property as if it might bite him.
"There's nothing to be afraid of," O'Meara assured him, as he passed back the ten dollars due. "Let me
show you how easy it is."
He stepped over to a shelf and pulled down the six boxes of cartridges he promised Guiteau. Then he set
about demonstrating the proper way to load the Bulldog.
"You see," he remarked a few moments later. "Easy. Right? Just pull back the hammer here, squeeze the
trigger and bang."
"Bang?" Guiteau repeated, as though he were uncertain.
"It just takes a little practice. There are lots of good spots down by the river that you could shoot off a few
rounds and get used to the feel of it."
"Yes. Yes, I shall. Thank you very much, Mr. O'Meara."
"You're most welcome Mr… Mr.?"
"Guiteau. Charles Guiteau."
"Please come again, Mr. Guiteau," he said, mangling the pronunciation.
"It's Get'-o," he corrected, sounding out the syllables.
"Forgive me."
"It's a common mistake," Guiteau said, secreting the gun and the penknife in his pockets before gathering
the cartridge boxes. "Forget it. Good day to you."
"Good day."
The bell jangled again as Guiteau exited the shop. In his wake, John O'Meara was troubled by a sudden
pang of unease. Fortunately, David's presence provided him a reason to shake off his concerns. Plastering
on a smile, O'Meara stepped out from behind his counter and stepped over to wait on his remaining
"What can I do for you, sir?"
"Oh, nothing. I'm sorry I-"
"I have a very fine shipment of hunting rifles that just came in today."
But David could make no objection that Mr. O'Meara was willing to hear.
Outside, Amanda flinched when she realized Guiteau was coming out. She ducked into the doorway of a
neighboring shop and waited for him to pass, assuming that David would be close on his heels. But when
David didn't come out, she looked back in the window and realized he'd been trapped by the store owner.
Anxious, she looked up the street at Guiteau's retreating figure and came to the hasty decision she must
not let him out of her sight. Offering a weak signal to David through the window, she fled in close pursuit
of Charles Guiteau.
It was coming on to dusk when Guiteau finally reached his destination. It was an isolated spot past the end
of Seventeenth Street that collided with the muddy banks of the Potomac. There, he loaded his new pistol
and began firing. Unaware that Amanda was hiding behind the trees, he shot off ten rounds. Amanda tried
to stop herself from shaking, as Guiteau took aim again and rent the air with the deadly sound of the
Bulldog. Over and over again, saplings, puddles and rocks took the punishment of honing the would-be
assassin's skills, while Amanda looked on and wondered just what she had gotten herself into.