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Graham Hamer - On Whom the Axe Falls
Graham Hamer
Category:
Mystery/Suspense
Publisher: Graham Hamer
ISBN-10: 1532909578
Type: Fiction
Pages: 250
Copyright: May 18, 2016
ISBN-13: 9781532909573
Price: $5.49 (eBook)
‘On Whom the Axe Falls’ takes a look at what happens when two people with diametrically opposed views are both suspected of murder. Either one could be the killer. Both have the motive and the means and neither man is apologetic for his stance. Meanwhile, one of our regular characters is being stalked by an old antagonist whilst another old friend suddenly discovers romance and finds that there’s magic in the air. Nothing is ever quite what it seems on the Isle of Man!
When he left his cottage to pick a few vegetables from his garden, Reverend Aloicius Quayle hadn't intended lying face down on the cold earth with the morning sun on the back of his head and a vine of runner beans crushed under his chest. He also hadn't intended to have a twenty centimetre bone handled brushed stainless steel knife stuck in his lower back. But sometimes life doesn't work out as planned, as Reverend Quayle discovered. Before long more religious murders have Detective Inspector Angus Slooth and Detective Constable Sarah Flemons struggling to find the answers. How is the same gun involved in three unrelated murders over the course of seven years? And why are the murders linked by an old nursery rhyme? There's only one way to find out...
Excerpt
When he left his cottage to pick a few vegetables from his garden, Reverend Aloicius Quayle hadn’t intended lying face down on the cold earth with the morning sun on the back of his head and a vine of runner beans crushed under his chest; but then he probably hadn’t intended to have a twenty centimetre bone handled brushed stainless steel Laguiole knife stuck in his lower back either.
The Reverend had been a good, pious man, his widow explained to Detective Inspector Angus Slooth. Aloicius was devout, devoted and divine, she had sobbed, blowing her nose into a handkerchief embroidered round the edges with little pixies and fairies.
Angus Slooth nodded solemnly as Widow Quayle expounded her opinion of the rectitude and righteousness of the man of God who, until an hour ago, had been her faithful husband. Angus and Detective Constable Sarah Flemons had already run through all the normal questions about Aloicius Quayle’s actions prior to leaving the safety of his house, and they had, though probably quite unnecessarily, ticked all the boxes regarding Marjory Quayle’s whereabouts and motives, though it never did any harm to double check these things, particularly when your only witness was a lady who was clearly in the early stages of dementia – or at least severe age-related forgetfulness.
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