In Robin Hathaway's The Doctor Dines in Prague, Dr. Fenimore has a surprised communication from a cousin he doesn't know, who lives in Prague, and she indicates that she and her family are having serious problems and needs help from him. Off he goes to Prague to help her in whatever way he can, a...
Like so many of Dr. Fenimore's adventures, trouble starts with a harmless idea. From his train window, the good doctor sees a single shell gliding on the surface of the Schuylkill River in Philadelphia, an image that stirs up fond memories of his rowing days. Rowing had been the perfect antidote ...
Author Robin Hathaway won the St. Martin's Malice Domestic prize, and later an Agatha Award for the first book in her Dr. Fenimore series, charmingly titled The Doctor Digs a Grave. It isn't a breach of protocol to read the second book in the series before the first one, is it? Well, that's what ...
Dr. Andrew Fenimore, first introduced in the Malice Domestic Award-winner The Doctor Digs a Grave, is an old-fashioned doctor who is still willing to make house calls to his elderly patients. In his third adventure, a patient's call leads to more detective work than medical care.Lydia Ashley, own...
Hathaway's likeable young doctor, Jo Banks, is solidly ensconced as "house doctor" to a group of motels in the New Jersey countryside. Then one day the motel where Jo is living and where she has her office is suddenly over run by a loud group of motorcyclists. When one of the riders is murdered, ...
It would have been better to do my investigating in daylight, but I didn’t want to be seen poking around. Old gimlet-eyed Peck might wonder what I was up to. Or Tom might drive by and start asking questions. I did the next best thing—brought a flashlight. There was a three-quarter moon, which hel...
And cold. That last call had left a bad taste in my mouth. Not because of my patient and her boyfriend; I was no prude. It was the setting. All that glitz. And the knowledge that most of my colleagues would think nothing of spending one or two nights there didn’t help my mood. The contrast betwee...