As Scottish historical novelist, playwright, and poet Sir Walter Scott wrote "Oh what a tangled web we weave"... In the second novel of her DI Marjory Fleming series, Author Aline Templeton has woven a very tangled web indeed. The quiet fishing village of Knockhaven is teeming with secrets — adul...
This is one of Aline Templeton's stand-alone books and a very good one it is too, as are all of her books. It took me a while to find this one, as it is an old book and constantly out of print. However, I eventually managed to get a copy on line. The story here starts with an account of a young g...
DI Marjory Fleming thrives on the adrenalin and tension that come with heading a major crime investigation. With the discovery of not one, but two murdered corpses on her patch, she's about to feel the pressure like never before.
Forbidding and remote, Radnesfield was a village whose inhabitants resented all outsiders. So when soap opera star Neville Fielding moved into the old Radley mansion with his beautiful, aloof wife, Helena, and their horse-mad fifteen-year-old daughter, Stephanie, the villagers closed ranks and tu...
Death is in the air. Death is on the ground. Death is everywhere for the people of Galloway. As a catastrophic virus devastates the Scottish countryside, killing cattle and destroying lives, Detective Inspector Marjory Fleming finds herself at the stormy heart of a troubled, trapped community. Py...
She drifted in like a ghost, oblivious to the sympathetic glances of other patients in the waiting room who recognised her, as if she had her being in a different dimension. The pallor of her face was in startling contrast to her fiercely red-rimmed eyes, which seemed to be having difficulty in f...
The stickiest part came when they got on to actions taken last night after the discovery of the body. ‘Yes, yes,’ Bailey said. ‘MacNee was policing the site, and Hay came to raise the alarm, but you haven’t told me what you were doing, Marjory.’ She swallowed. ‘I’m afraid I had to go to bed.’ The...
His couch potato’s pallor was in striking contrast to the bright red blotches of acne, his mouth seemed to be permanently half-open and he was unlucky enough to have inherited his father’s small, deep-set eyes. Put a baseball cap back to front on his head and he wouldn’t even need make-up to go o...
Fleming smiled at the woman on the front desk. ‘Lot to do today,’ she said as she passed. She didn’t stop. FCAs had replaced desk sergeants, ‘for efficiency’, they claimed, though a chat with Jock Naismith had always seemed quite an efficient way of catching up with what had happened overnight. N...
The wind in the trees roared like a raging sea and with that, and the cold, Marnie kept waking up. In the early morning the storm abated and she fell into a deep sleep at last, waking only with the first signs of light at eight o’clock. She climbed out of her sleeping bag ...
‘He’s retired so he should be at home, and being a teacher Jen Wilson’ll be busy first thing – taking the register and stuff.’ He paused. ‘That’s if they take the register now. They always did when I was at a school.’ Campbell snorted. ‘Oh, I know, doesn’t prove anything. ...
Matt dropped Lissa outside the caravan with a key and a carrier bag of basic supplies. She had flatly refused to take any of her clothes.‘They would stink the place out. I don’t feel up to washing them. Maybe your little friend Christie could do that in her spare time,’ she had said unwisely, the...