Let me start by saying that I had this mystery figured out very early in the story (hence the three stars instead of four), and usually that significantly lowers my opinion of a mystery book. Despite this drawback, however, I was very surprised to realize that I still rather enjoyed this little ...
Maggie heads for the snowy mountains in New Hampshire to work on her math puzzle book, hoping for peace, solitude and a little skiing. Instead she finds a town embroiled in bitter debate over the proposed sale of the local ski resort, which culminates in the murder of wealthy Jack Warwick. With h...
Nate said, describing his visit to Ralph Farber’s plumbing showroom. “When I walked in, Farber was on the phone with one of his employees, and he wasn’t happy with the guy.” Nate laughed. “Farber would be an intimidating man when he was in a good mood. He’s got shoulders a...
Piper cried, shocked. “Missing? Are you sure?” “Nobody knows where he is.” Ralph ran a hand through his gray-speckled hair. “As you know, I’ve been trying to keep an eye on Stan’s comings and goings as much as I can. When I walked over to his office today, I saw it was loc...
But instead, Carrie stopped in around two with a box of freshly baked brownies, having apparently decided, once again, that looking after herself was a low priority.“I thought I could run these over to Russ,” she said. “But I don’t mind watching the shop, Jo” she said, “if you’d like to take them...
Vernon had told her that Angie gave him an enthusiastic grand tour of the facilities, but that he had put her off about bringing his wife to see it, claiming Evelyn wouldn’t even consider downsizing from their three-bedroom house until he cleaned forty years’ worth of junk out of his garage and b...
Come on in. I'll be leaving in a minute.” Maggie held the door for her, then walked to the phone. She punched in Dyna's number and was glad to hear a lively hello. "Dyna, it's me. Feeling better? Want to meet for breakfast?" "Yeah, great. I was just going to call you. How about the terrace in fiv...
Ehlers,” Amy said. She slit the tape on a newly arrived box of pickling spices that she’d set onto one of the shop stools. “I’d never guess in a million years that he’d ever been picked on. But then, I’ve only known him as the employer of some of my friends—in other words, as the in-charge person...