Nine Lives To Die
A Mrs. Murphy Mystery
(Sprache: Englisch)
Winter has come to Crozet, Virginia, bringing with it a fresh blanket of snow. Harry and her husband Fair are hip deep in their usual end-of-year activities: wrapping presents, distributing food to needy residents, and shopping for outfits for the annual...
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Winter has come to Crozet, Virginia, bringing with it a fresh blanket of snow. Harry and her husband Fair are hip deep in their usual end-of-year activities: wrapping presents, distributing food to needy residents, and shopping for outfits for the annual fundraising gala. But buried beneath the white stuff are dark secrets from Crozet's past--and Harry is determined to sniff them out.
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NATIONAL BESTSELLER • NAMED ONE OF THE BEST BOOKS OF THE YEAR BY SUSPENSE MAGAZINERita Mae Brown and her feline co-author Sneaky Pie Brown return with a mystery starring Mary Minor "Harry" Haristeen, intrepid kitty sleuths Mrs. Murphy and Pewter, and Tee Tucker, the ever-faithful crime-solving corgi. This time around, Harry and her animal friends track a killer whose trail has gone as cold as the weather in December.
NINE LIVES TO DIE
Winter has come to Crozet, Virginia, bringing with it a fresh blanket of snow. Harry and her husband, Fair, are hip deep in their usual end-of-the-year activities: distributing food to needy residents, and shopping for outfits for the Silver Linings youth organization's annual fundraising gala. But buried beneath the white stuff are dark secrets from Crozet's past-and Harry and her posse of pet detectives are determined to sniff them out.
Two Silver Linings mentors have been found dead in suspicious circumstances. If that weren't enough to chill the bones of the locals, a pair of severed human fingers has turned up in a pencil jar in the bookkeeper's office at St. Cyril's church. What does this grisly display have to do with the mysterious disappearance of Harry's voluptuous high school Latin teacher, a quarter of a century ago? Maybe nothing. But when the animals make another gruesome discovery in the woods behind Harry's farm, it becomes clear that terrible crimes have been committed in Crozet-and somebody's gone to great lengths to cover them up. It's time to stop shoveling snow and start digging for clues.
The truth will be revealed. A cold case will be solved. And a twenty-five-year-old love triangle is about to get untangled. The weather outside may be frightful, but Harry and her four-legged friends refuse to be spooked off the case.
Praise for Nine Lives to Die
"Witty and entertaining . . . a recipe for continued success and an engaging read."-Richmond Times-Dispatch
"The unabashed loves of
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[Rita Mae Brown's] life . . . are infectious. Perhaps because they are so clearly heartfelt, it's easy to be swept up in the glory of her passions."-New York Journal of Books
"Murder and mayhem are the order of the day in bestseller [Rita Mae] Brown's well-plotted twenty-second Mrs. Murphy mystery. . . . Brown's idyllic world, with its Christian values, talking animals, and sympathetic middle-aged pet owners, has understandably struck a chord with many readers."-Publishers Weekly
"Rita Mae Brown, along with . . . Sneaky Pie, have made Harry Harristeen and her feline companion, Mrs. Murphy, household names."-Library Journal
Praise for the Mrs. Murphy mysteries
"As feline collaborators go, you couldn't ask for better than Sneaky Pie Brown."-The New York Times Book Review
"Murder and mayhem are the order of the day in bestseller [Rita Mae] Brown's well-plotted twenty-second Mrs. Murphy mystery. . . . Brown's idyllic world, with its Christian values, talking animals, and sympathetic middle-aged pet owners, has understandably struck a chord with many readers."-Publishers Weekly
"Rita Mae Brown, along with . . . Sneaky Pie, have made Harry Harristeen and her feline companion, Mrs. Murphy, household names."-Library Journal
Praise for the Mrs. Murphy mysteries
"As feline collaborators go, you couldn't ask for better than Sneaky Pie Brown."-The New York Times Book Review
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1Gin!
I don t believe it. Susan Tucker stared at the cards that her childhood friend, Harriett Haristeen, Harry, had smacked down.
The six other women in the room, all slack-jawed, came over to view the winning card.
Well, Susan, she did, BoomBoom Craycroft, another childhood friend, said and smiled.
Harry can t play cards worth squat, Susan complained.
Well, I did tonight. Harry beamed. Susan, mark your calendar, Tuesday, December third, my best friend Harry knocked the stuffing out of me at gin.
Jessica Hexham was petite and middle-aged, well dressed even though the evening was relaxed. She murmured, Maybe something less exuberant for the calendar just a red-letter day?
Do you remember when Miss Donleavey lectured us about red-letter days on the ancient Roman calendar? Susan rolled her eyes.
BoomBoom, Susan, and Harry had been in the same class at old Crozet High School. While the buildings still stood, students now attended Western Albemarle High School, a large complex consolidating former small community schools. Jessica Hexham, Alicia Palmer, Charlene Vavilov, and Arden Higham had not. Jessica had attended Miss Porter s; Alicia, Orange High School; Arden, Buckingham High; and Charlene, older than the others, had attended St. Catherine s in Richmond.
With the exception of Jessica, all were central Virginia natives. Jessica, born and raised in Concord, Massachusetts, often found them amusing while contradictory at times, and they were reliably solid friends.
Alea jacta est, Susan pronounced with emphasis.
Harry translated. The die is cast. Said when Julius Caesar crossed the Rubicon in 49 B.C. at the head of the Thirteenth Legion. He knew civil war would follow.
Talk about a red-letter day, said BoomBoom.
Isn t it something, though, how a device thousands of years old still works, I mean, a red-letter day? God bless Miss Donleavey. She taught us well.
Jessica also recalled her Latin teacher at
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the expensive private school, perhaps less fondly. I would never bless Miss Greely.
The others laughed.
Charlene, bet you took Latin at St. Catherine s, Alicia wondered.
You couldn t go to college without two years of it, said Charlene. I took four. It s helped me more than I could know when I hated memorizing those conjugations. She laughed.
Funny, isn t it? the uncommonly beautiful Alicia said. What we use? What we remember?
What I remember, apart from amo, amas, amat, was Miss Donleavey s mysterious disappearance. Never found her. Harry picked up the cards to shuffle.
Susan reached across the card table, placing her hand on Harry s forearm. Don t you dare.
Huh? Harry blinked.
I ll shuffle.
Are you calling me a cheat? Harry s voice rose.
No, but you won the last hand, so it s my turn to shuffle. Plus, what if you have a hot hand? Susan used the gambling term.
I d better tell that to my husband.
This evoked more laughter.
The lights flickered, once, twice, then no light.
Dammit, Susan cursed the dark. Stay put, ladies. I ll get the candles.
You need my little flashlight. Harry reached into her pocket, pulling out a two-and-a-half-inch LED flashlight made in China.
Susan pressed the button. Wow.
What else do you have in your pock
The others laughed.
Charlene, bet you took Latin at St. Catherine s, Alicia wondered.
You couldn t go to college without two years of it, said Charlene. I took four. It s helped me more than I could know when I hated memorizing those conjugations. She laughed.
Funny, isn t it? the uncommonly beautiful Alicia said. What we use? What we remember?
What I remember, apart from amo, amas, amat, was Miss Donleavey s mysterious disappearance. Never found her. Harry picked up the cards to shuffle.
Susan reached across the card table, placing her hand on Harry s forearm. Don t you dare.
Huh? Harry blinked.
I ll shuffle.
Are you calling me a cheat? Harry s voice rose.
No, but you won the last hand, so it s my turn to shuffle. Plus, what if you have a hot hand? Susan used the gambling term.
I d better tell that to my husband.
This evoked more laughter.
The lights flickered, once, twice, then no light.
Dammit, Susan cursed the dark. Stay put, ladies. I ll get the candles.
You need my little flashlight. Harry reached into her pocket, pulling out a two-and-a-half-inch LED flashlight made in China.
Susan pressed the button. Wow.
What else do you have in your pock
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Autoren-Porträt von Rita Mae Brown, Sneaky Pie Brown
Rita Mae Brown & Sneaky Pie Brown
Bibliographische Angaben
- Autoren: Rita Mae Brown , Sneaky Pie Brown
- 2015, 352 Seiten, mit Abbildungen, Masse: 10,8 x 17,5 cm, Kartoniert (TB), Englisch
- Verlag: Penguin Random House
- ISBN-10: 0345530519
- ISBN-13: 9780345530516
- Erscheinungsdatum: 20.03.2015
Sprache:
Englisch
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Praise for Nine Lives to DieWitty and entertaining . . . a recipe for continued success and an engaging read. Richmond Times-Dispatch
The unabashed loves of [Rita Mae Brown s] life . . . are infectious. Perhaps because they are so clearly heartfelt, it s easy to be swept up in the glory of her passions. New York Journal of Books
Murder and mayhem are the order of the day in bestseller [Rita Mae] Brown s well-plotted twenty-second Mrs. Murphy mystery. . . . Brown s idyllic world, with its Christian values, talking animals, and sympathetic middle-aged pet owners, has understandably struck a chord with many readers. Publishers Weekly
Rita Mae Brown, along with . . . Sneaky Pie, have made Harry Harristeen and her feline companion, Mrs. Murphy, household names. Library Journal
Praise for the Mrs. Murphy mysteries
As feline collaborators go, you couldn t ask for better than Sneaky Pie Brown. The New York Times Book Review
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