Death On The Nineteenth – Penelope Cress (1)

“One of my awards is missing.” “Do you remember which one?” I kicked myself for not writing them down when we first broke in. “Yes, of course. It was a strange one. I don’t remember winning it at all. But we partied hard back then, didn’t we, Ivor?” Ivor joined us at the fireplace. His body stank of cologne, sex, and my ex-wife. “We had the best of times. The very best.” He squeezed Pussy’s buttocks and gave out a hearty laugh. “Still plenty more to come, my dear.

Plenty more to come.” I whipped out my notebook. The smooth action renewed my sense of control. “So, what was it for?” “Best supporting actress. You know, I don’t even remember making the film. We made so many, back to back. Or rather on my back!” Pussy snorted. My waiting pen tapped out my frustration. “What was the name of the film?” “Revenge of the Bodice Snatchers. Not a bad title. Better than most. Probably went straight to video.” Sharon and I walked Miss Willow around her apartment, but she swore nothing else was out of place.

Once back in the car, I shared my concerns about the missing trophy. “Revenge of the Bodice Snatchers? Revenge? Sharon, I doubt that film ever existed. That award was from Kilmer. I think he’s been spying on Pussy this whole time.” OceanofPDF.com Kleftiko As Sharon was driving, I had no choice but to take her to my meeting with Ginny Trout. As Vera wound her way towards Happy Meadows, I called ahead to our other patron. It was a short conversation, partly because there was little to report, but largely because reporting anything of any substance could give General Trout’s murderer a heads-up on how close I was to catching them.

After all, I still had no firm suspects in view. Either one of my patrons, or those close to them, could be the killer. “Oooh, it’s very pretty here.” Sharon cooed as we drove through the gates of the retirement park. “Not at all as I expected.” “What did you expect? Butlins?

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OceanofPDF.com Table of Contents No Way Out A Little R&R The General and the Golf Cart Miss Gloria Rickman This Day and Age The Path to Elm Cottage Over Yonder Gin Ann Tonic The Big House An Artist’s Sketch Yes, Ma’am Forbidden Fruit The Courtyard Butt Naked Kleftiko Better Safe than Sorry Mr O’Shea The Irish Panther Take Your Partners Licking Our Wounds No Fruit Please, We’re British! The Beige Folder Natural Causes Frank Gemütlichkeit…

Not Lions, and Tigers and Ex-Wives, Oh my! The Snodham Beast The Bridge Game Moo Moo Cow Vampire Majka. Majka, Majka I am Spartacus What’s Next for Mike Atwell? Other books by Penelope and Steve Free Books and More OceanofPDF.com No Way Out CI Quinn cleared his throat as if the fiery pits of hell had birthed the word about to spring forth.

“Atwell!” “Yes, Chief Inspector.” There was no way of avoiding his wrath — I had broken into another person’s apartment. I could argue probable cause. There was what looked like a dead body on the table beside me. Even if that body was a shop mannequin made to look like me. “I heard you were meddling in police business. Now see where that’s got you.

Eh? On the slab!” He chuckled and looked around for his underlings to laugh. They did not. “So, who did you hack off this time?” “John Kilmer,” I replied. No need to hide that part of the story.

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