Honeymoon with Murder (Death on Demand Mysteries, No. 4)
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Mystery Bookstore owner Annie Laurance is well-acquainted with murder, but she never imagined one taking place on her honeymoon! A marvelous spoof of New Age mumbo jumbo by an author whose work has been compared to that of Agatha Christie.
air, like autumn leaves in a November wind. "Hell, no, you don't know." Anger still pumped his voice. "You're a bloody kid. You don't know anything." She knew heartbreak when she met it. There might be the right words. Perhaps Father Dowling or Rabbi Small or the Reverend Randollph would have known them. She didn't. He downed the rest of the bourbon in a gulp, reached for the bottle. "But if you care about Ingrid, why aren't you helping in the search now?" Those thick-lensed glasses turned
shock, she realized she'd scarcely been in the store since September began. She'd been too occupied with wedding plans—and with Laurel—but that was another story. Still, it startled her to realize she hadn't even looked at this months display of mystery paintings. Obviously, Ingrid, her most patient and wonderful assistant, who would tonight serve as Matron of Honor (no, she wouldn't think about the wedding!), had ordered and hung the five—and weren't they excellent! In the first watercolor, an
wedding plans while Annie was distracted by homicide. So, for the rest of the summer, Annie had engaged in guerrilla actions to try and regain mastery over the ceremony, one lightning foray at dawn to the seamstress, a clutch of impassioned midnight pleas to Max (these were usually very effective), several preemptive strikes on the telephone to various wholesalers and jobbers around the country. As a result, the ceremony was not quite as Laurel had hoped. (A Cosmic Statement on Love.) But it
trunks and distinctive silvery umbrella crowns. The scent of sunbaked pitch drifted everywhere. As she came around the bend in the road, she smiled at the carroty-haired young man working on a tire in the open garage at Jerrys Gas 'N Go. He grinned in return. He had flirty brown eyes that admired Annie in a very grown-up way. She fished in her memory. Henny had talked to a gas boy at Jerrys. His name was— "J.D.?" she inquired. "Yeah. What can I do for you?" He squirted water on the tire and
the Gas 'N Go phone booth Thursday night. 5. Shirley May Foley found the remnants of a fire behind the Gas 'N Go Sunday morning. 6. Jesse visited Shangrila Travel Agency Saturday morning, got brochures on the Queen Elizabeth II. Looked in the window of the Piping Plover Gallery and dropped by the Oldsmobile agency. 7. A wedding ring hung from Jesses dog tags. 8. Jesse went into the Bird Preserve about four P.M. Saturday, came out 'a little later carrying a small package wrapped in brown