Murder At Murder At The Mimosa Inn, The (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
My hair flopped over my forehead; sweat dribbled down my back in salty tears. As I patted myself into shape, I ruefully decided that my semihysterical flight had been just that: semihysterical. In retrospect, and within sight of the house, it seemed foolish at best. Gothic. Dumb, as Caron would undoubtedly giggle if she ever heard about it. The invisible watcher most likely had fur and a bushy tail, or a beak and feathers. On the other hand, talk is cheap after the fact. Peter was beside the croquet court, watching the snail-like progress of a practice game. I tried to walk past without being noticed, but had no luck. He gave me a smile and said, “Would you like to play? I’ll share my mallet with you.” “I’m busy,” I snorted, continuing toward the porch. “Still puzzled by the clues?” “One or two of them, but I’ll be ready with my solution at dinnertime,” I said. I did slow down, though, and finally stopped to look back at him. “I suppose the great detective from the Farberville CID has solved the murder?
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