Tuesday, March 5, 2013

The Wicked Wives by Gus Pelagatti

"Wicked Wives" is based on the true story of the 1938 Philadelphia murder scandals in which seventeen wives were arrested for murdering their husbands. Mastermind conspirator Giorgio DiSipio, a stunning lothario and local tailor who preys upon disenchanted and unfaithful wives, convinces twelve of them to kill their spouses for insurance money. The murder conspiracy is very successful until one lone assistant D.A., Tom Rossi, uncovers the plot and brings the perpetrators to justice. "Wicked Wives" is a story made for Hollywood, combining murder, corruption, treachery, love, lust and phenomenal detail as it vividly captures Depression-era Philadelphia.

Wow! If you enjoy mystery, drama filled courtrooms and true crime, you won't want to miss Wicked Wives!  

George is a tailor who does his best to make the unhappy wives happy.  He is a lothario, with only his best interest at heart.  He not only gets many of the women to take out life insurance policies on their husbands before they kill them, but he makes sure he keeps them happy enough to get his own cut of the money.

Then, he dumps them and continues on to his next mark.  He had a good system, never getting caught.  The women couldn't accuse him of anything, lest they admit to their own guilt.  But everything has a cost, and when District Attorney Tom Rossi begins to investigate, the carefully threaded path of George is soon unraveled.   

Absolutely riveting! Pelagatti's novel that is based on a true story rings with authenticity.  The settings are dated, nineteen twenties, and the clothing, dialogue and details are true to the period.  I had a hard time putting the book down, I was so invested, that I wanted to know what was going to happen next! Make sure you set some time aside when you pick up this novel.  It will grab ahold of you and not let go.  Highly recommend!

*I received a copy of this novel in exchange for an honest review.

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