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Cherringham - Episode 19 - 21 A Cosy Crime Series Compilation von Costello, Matthew (eBook)

  • Erscheinungsdatum: 06.06.2016
  • Verlag: Bastei Lübbe AG
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Cherringham - Episode 19 - 21

Jack's a retired ex-cop from New York, seeking the simple life in Cherringham. Sarah's a Web designer who's moved back to the village find herself. But their lives are anything but quiet as the two team up to solve Cherringham's criminal mysteries. This compilation contains episodes 19 - 21: GHOST OF A CHANCE Every Halloween, the supposedly haunted Bell Hotel hosts its famous 'Ghost-Hunters Dinner', complete with scary stories, spooky apparitions and things that go bump in the night. But this year's event ends in a terrifying accident, and suddenly everyone wonders- Is there a real ghost loose in the hotel? Jack and Sarah are convinced that the culprit must be human: who would want bad things to happen at the classic hotel? But soon they're forced to confront their own superstitions as they find themselves on the trail of an unsolved Victorian murder- FOLLOW THE MONEY Claire and Terry Goodman seem to have everything. Successful business. Son at Oxford. New mansion right on the River Thames. And seemingly-plenty of money to spend. But when Jack and Sarah are asked to investigate an odd robbery at their home, secrets start to emerge. And as the truth is revealed, for someone it will be too much to bear, and murder may be the only way out. MURDER MOST WILD When the Zakro Corporation attempts to build a mammoth supermarket outside Cherringham, the whole village is up in arms. But the accidental death of the lead environmentalist, Sam Lewis seems to hand victory to the developers. Could Sam's opposition to the project be the real reason he died? When Jack and Sarah take on the case, they will learn that what was an accident was - in fact - one very wild murder. Cherringham is a serial novel à la Charles Dickens, with a new mystery thriller released each month. Set in the sleepy English village of Cherringham, the detective series brings together an unlikely sleuthing duo: English web designer Sarah and American ex-cop Jack. Thrilling and deadly - but with a spot of tea - it's like Rosamunde Pilcher meets Inspector Barnaby. Each of the self-contained episodes is a quick read for the morning commute, while waiting for the doctor, or when curling up with a hot cuppa. Co-authors Neil Richards (based in the UK) and Matthew Costello (based in the US), have been writing together since the mid 90's, creating content and working on projects for the BBC, Disney Channel, Sony, ABC, Eidos, and Nintendo to name but a few. Their transatlantic collaboration has underpinned scores of TV drama scripts, computer games, radio shows, and - most recently - the successful crime fiction series Cherringham. Now into its second season of 12 novellas, Cherringham is popular around the world and has been adapted as a series of audiobooks in Germany.


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    Erscheinungsdatum: 06.06.2016
    Sprache: Englisch
    ISBN: 9783732521289
    Verlag: Bastei Lübbe AG
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Cherringham - Episode 19 - 21

1. Introducing Freddy

Basil Whistlethwaite parked his ancient Volvo Estate in the staff car park of The Bell Hotel, and turned off the engine.

Slowly he released his seat belt: the drive from York had taken him longer than he'd expected and his back ached.

He leaned forward and tilted the driving mirror so he could check his beard and moustache. He looked at his reflection in the fading light.

I'm getting too old for this, he thought.

There were dark circles under his eyes, and his skin looked lined and grey.

But the show must go on, he thought, tweaking the ends of his handlebar moustache until they were just ... perfect.

Can't let the customers down.

In truth, he rather wished he'd been able to cancel tonight's little soirée . He felt tired and out of sorts. And these autumn nights were beginning to take their toll on his chest again: it took all of his willpower not to break out coughing.

And that wouldn't do, oh no!

Can't have the master of ceremonies breaking the spell with a sneeze and a cough!

He climbed out of the car, picked up his old leather suitcase from the back seat, straightened his tweed suit and headed across the gravel towards the main entrance of the hotel.

At the front door, he paused and took in the place. It was almost exactly a year since he'd last been here and nothing seemed to have changed.

Nothing ever changed at The Bell Hotel.

In the misty early evening light, the building looked almost romantic.

Or ... what was the word ...?

Gothic. Yes, that was it. Perfect for a haunting.

Surrounded by dense, old-fashioned gardens, the grand Victorian house - Cherringham's finest, they used to say - still spoke of the lost wealth of Empire.

But Basil knew that the dear old Bell was putting a brave face on things. Anyone could see that the paint on the windows was peeling, the gutters hung at unlikely angles and the roof tiles were crumbling.

The carpets and upholstery grew more frayed with each passing year.

Happens to us all in the end, thought Basil. But I bet The Bell will still be here long after I've gone.

He felt that tickle rising in his lungs and fought back the instinct to cough.

Then he headed on up the faded marble steps, pushed at the brown, varnished doors, and entered.

"Basil, Basil my dear old chap, how are you?"

Basil got up from the hard-backed sofa where he'd been waiting, and watched as Lawrence Myrtle, the owner of The Bell, shuffled towards him across the tiled reception area.

He held out his hand for Lawrence to shake, but instead the old man reached around him and gave him an unexpected - and shaky - embrace.

"I'm well," said Basil, slightly embarrassed. "Soldiering on, you know."

"Can't believe it's Halloween again," said Lawrence, still clinging to his arm. "Where does the time go, eh?"

"Where indeed?" said Basil, waiting for the man to move on. In the dimly lit reception area, Basil could see that Lawrence looked even frailer than the last time he saw him.

But that wasn't surprising: Lawrence must surely now be in his eighties. Basil could see that the old man's jacket was threadbare at the cuffs, and though his tie was smartly tucked into his collar ... was that a smidgen of egg as it widened? Ketchup too?

The Bell's owner was well beyond retirement age. How could he possibly still be running this place?

"How are the children?" said Basil. "Are they around?"

"Oh, Mandy's in London," said Lawrence. "Don't see much of her. Too busy, apparently."

"And your eldest ...?"

Basil struggled to remember the name.

"Crispin," said Lawrence. "Yes, he's off at some conference. Back tomorrow. That's why I'm in charge tonight! Tou

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