Arson and Old Lace: A Far Wychwood MysterySimon and Schuster, 2005 M03 15 - 304 páginas "You're a librarian, not a detective," Catherine Penny's daughter reminds her. But Catherine, suddenly single in her sixties, finds it easy to slip into sleuthing mode when she leaves behind New York City and a failed marriage for a lovely 17th century cottage in the idyllic English village of Far Wychwood. But behind the town's quaint stone walls and lace-curtained windows lurk dark secrets and whispers of witchcraft. And when her crusty neighbor George Crocker dies in a tragic fire, Catherine alone suspects arson. Lacking hard evidence, the police pay little attention, and the villagers swear she must be mistaken. Catherine, however, is one feisty expatriate American who leaves no stone unturned when circumstances point to murder. She may not be Miss Marple--yet--but her ingenious knack for uncovering the truth is about to take Far Wychwood by storm! |
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... Church Cathedral, and we'd loved it so much, we had stayed there again when our grandson was born. The memory had become a refuge after Quin told me he'd fallen in love with another woman, and then through the hard labor of adjusting to ...
... Church Cathedral, and we'd loved it so much, we had stayed there again when our grandson was born. The memory had become a refuge after Quin told me he'd fallen in love with another woman, and then through the hard labor of adjusting to ...
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... Church was the only building in sight. It stood on a rise, maybe a quarter of a mile beyond Rowan Cottage. I could see it from the road, almost fortress-like, the squat tower and small round-topped windows, and the leafless trees and ...
... Church was the only building in sight. It stood on a rise, maybe a quarter of a mile beyond Rowan Cottage. I could see it from the road, almost fortress-like, the squat tower and small round-topped windows, and the leafless trees and ...
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... Church Lane, where according to the pamphlet his descendant still lived. Now it was a mixture of architectural styles, torn down and built onto by every generation of the family, whose name had long since been anglicized to Damerel ...
... Church Lane, where according to the pamphlet his descendant still lived. Now it was a mixture of architectural styles, torn down and built onto by every generation of the family, whose name had long since been anglicized to Damerel ...
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... church I began to hear a heavy, metallic banging. It drowned out the bumblebees, even the skylark. I opened the lych-gate under its arbor, built to shelter coffins and pallbearers waiting for the priest to escort them into the church ...
... church I began to hear a heavy, metallic banging. It drowned out the bumblebees, even the skylark. I opened the lych-gate under its arbor, built to shelter coffins and pallbearers waiting for the priest to escort them into the church ...
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... church, only a few yards from the digging. He wore his dark, curly hair to his shoulders, loose and unkempt, and he was dressed in frayed jeans, dirty-white running shoes, and a grey jersey with the word “Manchester” across his broad ...
... church, only a few yards from the digging. He wore his dark, curly hair to his shoulders, loose and unkempt, and he was dressed in frayed jeans, dirty-white running shoes, and a grey jersey with the word “Manchester” across his broad ...
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Sección 11 | 154 |
Sección 12 | 167 |
Sección 13 | 182 |
Sección 14 | 194 |
Sección 15 | 209 |
Sección 16 | 227 |
Sección 17 | 246 |
Sección 18 | 259 |
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