2,99 €
Mehr erfahren.
- Herausgeber: Bastei Entertainment
- Kategorie: Krimi
- Sprache: Englisch
- Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2018
Miss Marple meets Oscar Wilde in this new series of cosy mysteries set in the picturesque Cotswolds village of Bunburry.
In "A Murderous Ride," the second Bunburry book, Alfie discovers that he has not only inherited a cottage from his late Aunt Augusta but also a 1950s Jaguar. He is dismayed: for reasons of his own, he no longer drives. Aunt Augusta’s best friends, Liz and Marge, persuade him to get behind the wheel again - but that’s just the start of his troubles.
Alfie discovers it’s a seriously bad idea to get on the wrong side of the local police sergeant. Especially when he finds himself at a murder scene and the sergeant decides Alfie’s the murderer. There’s only one thing to be done. Alfie has to track down the real murderer himself - which will force him to drive as he’s never driven before.
Helena Marchmont is a pseudonym of Olga Wojtas, who was born and brought up in Edinburgh. She was encouraged to write by an inspirational English teacher, Iona M. Cameron. Olga won a Scottish Book Trust New Writers Award in 2015, has had more than 30 short stories published in magazines and anthologies and recently published her first mystery Miss Blaine's Prefect and the Golden Samovar.
Das E-Book können Sie in Legimi-Apps oder einer beliebigen App lesen, die das folgende Format unterstützen:
Ähnliche
Contents
Bunburry – A Cosy Mystery Series
Miss Marple meets Oscar Wilde in this new series of cosy mysteries set in the picturesque Cotswolds village of Bunburry. In “Murderous Ride,” the second Bunburry book, Alfie discovers that he has not only inherited a cottage from his late Aunt Augusta but also a 1950s Jaguar. He is dismayed: for reasons of his own, he no longer drives. Aunt Augusta’s best friends, Liz and Marge, persuade him to get behind the wheel again – but that’s just the start of his troubles.
About the Book
Alfie discovers it’s a seriously bad idea to get on the wrong side of the local police sergeant. Especially when he finds himself at a murder scene and the sergeant decides Alfie’s the murderer. There’s only one thing to be done. Alfie has to track down the real murderer himself – which will force him to drive as he’s never driven before.
Cast
Alfie McAlister flees the hustle and bustle of London for the peace and quiet of the Cotswolds. Unfortunately, the “heart of England” turns out to be deadlier than expected …
Margaret “Marge” Redwood and Clarissa “Liz” Hopkins have lived in Bunburry their entire lives, where they are famous for their exceptional fudge-making skills. Between Afternoon Tea and Gin o’clock they relish a bit of sleuthing …
Emma Hollis loves her job as policewoman, the only thing she is tired of are her aunt Liz’s constant attempts at matchmaking.
Betty Thorndike is a fighter. Mostly for animal rights. She’s the sole member of Bunburry’s Green Party.
Oscar de Linnet lives in London and is Alfie’s best friend. He tries luring Alfie back to the City because: “anybody can be good in the country. There are no temptations there.”
Augusta Lytton is Alfie’s aunt. She’s dead. But still full of surprises …
Harold Wilson loves a pint (or two) more than his job as local police sergeant.
BUNBURRY is a picturesque Cotswolds village, where sinister secrets lurk beneath the perfect façade…
The Author
Helena Marchmont is a pseudonym of Olga Wojtas, who was born and brought up in Edinburgh. She was encouraged to write by an inspirational English teacher, Iona M. Cameron. Olga won a Scottish Book Trust New Writers Award in 2015, has had more than 30 short stories published in magazines and anthologies and recently published her first mystery Miss Blaine’s Prefect and the Golden Samovar.
HELENA MARCHMONT
A Murderous Ride
»be« by BASTEI ENTERTAINMENT
Digital original edition
»be« by Bastei Entertainment is an imprint of Bastei Lübbe AG
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. This book is written in British English.
Copyright © 2018 by Bastei Lübbe AG, Schanzenstraße 6-20, 51063 Cologne, Germany
Written by Olga Wojtas as Helena Marchmont
Edited by Allan Guthrie
Idea and series concept: Kathrin Kummer & Rebecca Schaarschmidt
Project editor: Kathrin Kummer
Cover design: Kirstin Osenau
Cover illustrations © shutterstock: Protasov AN | Canicula | Sk_Advance studio | ivangal | Ola-la und © iStockphoto: kievith | kbwills
E-book production: Dörlemann Satz, Lemförde
ISBN 978-3-7325-5522-2
www.be-ebooks.com
Twitter: @be_ebooks_com
Follow the author on Twitter: @OlgaWojtas
Let me be surrounded by luxury, I can do without the necessities!
Oscar Wilde
1. The Bus Stop
Alfie decided that the bus shelter contravened the Trade Descriptions Act. It had a roof, true, but it was open on three sides, which meant it offered no shelter whatsoever from the rain lashing horizontally into his face.
There was no sign of any bus, even though the faded timetable behind the glass stated that it should have arrived fifteen minutes ago, and Alfie had been waiting for at least twenty-five.
Like all Londoners, he complained bitterly about the capital’s public transport: no buses for hours and then three arriving at once, tube delays and breakdowns. But now that he was living in the country, he realised that London transport was a miracle of efficiency. Here in Bunburry, express trains shot through at speed, leaving the locals dependent on ancient and erratic rolling stock. The country bus route had been altered with the apparent aim of causing maximum inconvenience. The stop by the post office in the High Street was no longer in use: buses didn’t come through the centre of the village any more but stopped only at this isolated shelter on the outskirts, a good half-mile from Windermere Cottage.
Just as Alfie was regretting his impulse to visit the surrounding area, he caught sight of a single-decker bus in the distance. He stepped forward, preparing to signal to it. He wasn’t going to risk the driver failing to see him.
A car suddenly raced past the bus on the wrong side of the narrow road. It was heading straight for a second car travelling in the opposite direction, which braked sharply, its horn blaring. At the last moment, the rogue car pulled in to its own side, straight through a pool of water, sending a parabola of muddy spray over Alfie.
“Moron!” yelled the other driver through his partially open window, but since the rogue car was long gone, the shout seemed directed at Alfie.
When the bus pulled up, Alfie was standing in the shelter, supporting himself with a hand splayed against the glass. He waved the bus on with his other hand, hoping that the driver would assume he had abandoned his journey because of the soaking. In fact, the new waxed jacket had protected him from the worst of it. But he was trembling uncontrollably, his head full of the sound of screaming tyres and tearing metal. He had thought he would free himself by escaping London, the unexpected inheritance of Aunt Augusta’s cottage letting him leave the home that was no longer a home. But there was no respite. He would wake in the night, and for a few seconds, he would think Vivian was there beside him. And then would come the realisation, as sharp and raw as that first moment.
“It will take time,” Oscar had said, “but gradually it will get better.”
It wasn’t getting better. He couldn’t imagine it getting better. He wasn’t even sure he wanted it to get better. That would mean he had lost Vivian from his heart as well as his life.
He sank down on to the metal bar that passed for the bus shelter’s seat. Bunburry had offered an unexpected distraction when he found himself on the trail of a murderer. But that was three months ago and now one day followed another in the gloomy monochrome of an English winter.
