Whacked by a Cricket Bat: A Cozy Murder Mystery (eBook, ePUB)
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In the quaint village of Willowbrook, nestled in the heart of the English countryside, an air of tranquility reigned - until the dreadful murder of Geoffrey Plimpton, the local cricket bat maker, shattered the peace. Iris Woodhouse, the village's beloved amateur sleuth, found herself embroiled in another puzzling mystery.Geoffrey's battered body was discovered in his workshop, a bloodied cricket bat lying ominously nearby. The villagers were aghast, for Geoffrey had been a pillar of the community, his exquisitely crafted bats gracing cricket pitches across the county. Who could have wished him...
In the quaint village of Willowbrook, nestled in the heart of the English countryside, an air of tranquility reigned - until the dreadful murder of Geoffrey Plimpton, the local cricket bat maker, shattered the peace. Iris Woodhouse, the village's beloved amateur sleuth, found herself embroiled in another puzzling mystery.
Geoffrey's battered body was discovered in his workshop, a bloodied cricket bat lying ominously nearby. The villagers were aghast, for Geoffrey had been a pillar of the community, his exquisitely crafted bats gracing cricket pitches across the county. Who could have wished him harm?
Iris Woodhouse furrowed her brow as she examined the cricket bat maker's workshop. Tools lay scattered haphazardly, sawdust floating in the air like tiny particles of forgotten secrets. The air was heavy with the smell of freshly cut wood and something more sinister - fear.
As she crouched down to inspect a peculiar mark on the floor, Constable Thompson cleared his throat behind her. "What do you make of this, Miss Woodhouse?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and doubt.
Iris straightened up, her mind racing with possibilities. "It's hard to say just yet, Constable. But one thing's for certain - this was no random act of violence. Geoffrey's death was deliberate."
Geoffrey's battered body was discovered in his workshop, a bloodied cricket bat lying ominously nearby. The villagers were aghast, for Geoffrey had been a pillar of the community, his exquisitely crafted bats gracing cricket pitches across the county. Who could have wished him harm?
Iris Woodhouse furrowed her brow as she examined the cricket bat maker's workshop. Tools lay scattered haphazardly, sawdust floating in the air like tiny particles of forgotten secrets. The air was heavy with the smell of freshly cut wood and something more sinister - fear.
As she crouched down to inspect a peculiar mark on the floor, Constable Thompson cleared his throat behind her. "What do you make of this, Miss Woodhouse?" he asked, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and doubt.
Iris straightened up, her mind racing with possibilities. "It's hard to say just yet, Constable. But one thing's for certain - this was no random act of violence. Geoffrey's death was deliberate."
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