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Kathleen Delaney mystery author
www.kathleendelaney.net
Category:
Christmas
Publisher: Severn House
ISBN-10: 1847516033
Type: Fiction
Pages: 234
Copyright: 2015
ISBN-13: 9781847516039
Price: $16.65 (eBook)
A dead man in the Christmas manger,a puppy beside him. It's up to Mary McGill to find out who would want poor old Cliff dead before the killer finds her and the two school children who saw him.
Pillar of the community, retired schoolteacher Mary McGill has a finger in every pie, a place on every committee. Everything Mary organizes runs smoothly,-apart, that is, from the town's traditional Christma pageant. For the festivities are rudely interrupted by the discovery of a bloodstained corpse lying in the mangert. Cowering beside the body is a small black-and-white puppy.
Two local children report seeing a shadowy figure fleeing from the scene-but there are no clues as to the murderer's identity. If Mary could ony find out what the pupy was doing there, she would be one step closer to finding the killer. As someone who knows nothing about dogs, purbred or otherwise, Mary had better learn, and fast, before she and the children become the next victims.
Excerpt
Dalia pointed to a rough-built lean-to,open to the street. Inside, where the manger was set up and the animals were housed, was in shadow. Spotlights were ready, sitting at both the inside and outside corners, for the arrival of Mary. The place would radiate light, the North Star would shine from the oak tree and angels would appear. But for now, everything was in shadow. Mary could just make out the outline of what looked like a goat. It bleated as she came up. A couple of other animals hung their heads over small pens, staring at the figure overflowing from the manger in the middle of the display, waiting for Mary and Joseph to appear.
"Cliff Mathews, you promised." Mary let go of Dalia's hand and marched up to the manger. "Get up right this minute. How you could..."
She stopped abruptly. Cliff wasn't going to get up, now or ever again. He lay in the middle of the manger, eyes staring up at nothing, the shadows failing to hide the front of his gray hoddie, stained bright red.
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