Whodunnit

//Whodunnit
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  • Grace Dearden is beautiful, clever and admired.  The last person to vanish into the lonely Norfolk marshes in the dead of winter. Seven days - and no trace.  With police investigations stalled, old family friend Alex O'Neill returns to the haunting landscape of her childhood and immediately begins to uncover disturbing new clues, each one drawing her closer to a family's tragic secret.
  • A rigid man of fifty leads a solitary, apparently respectable life, as clerk and bookkeeper for a small business and part-time rent collector for his landlord. He has rented a flat in a London suburb for twenty years because deep in its cellar, unbeknownst to anyone else, is a mannequin that he periodically "strangles" in order to satisfy his homicidal urges. The figure's location in the cellar, the darkness, the furtiveness, all are essential for his satisfaction. But his hardly-won balance is threatened when a young man, healthy in mind and body, a doctoral candidate in psychology, becomes a roomer in the house. The danger the older man senses from the moment the new tenant appears is horribly realized for him when the young man finds the mannequin and uses it as the figure in the bonfire at the Guy Fawkes Night celebration he has organized for the local children. The respectable fifty-year-old now must go back to the streets to find flesh more yielding than a mannequin's...

  • Berkeley, California, has long been known for its radical politics, its sixties' hold-overs and Bay Area tranquility. Lately it's become more famous for its 'gourmet ghetto' - a string of world renowned restaurants headed by the famous Chez Panisse - which is turning the flavour of the turn from hippie to yuppie. Jill Smith, Berkeley detective whose tastes run more to American cheese on her burgers than goat's cheese on her arugula, is drawn to the chic new restaurant, Paradise, for more than the haute cuisine. Mitch Biekma, the hottest, trendiest restaurateur in town is found dead - poisoned by his own carrot soup. As she investigates, Jill finds many people who wanted Biekma dead - from the wealthy patrons of society luncheons to the homeless hobos who scour Paradise's garbage cans. One thing is certain - this case is leaving a nasty taste in her mouth.

  • In the Welsh mountain village of Gwytherin lies the grave of Saint Winifred. Now, in 1137, the head of Shrewsbury Abbey has decided to acquire the remains for his Benedictine Order. Brother Cadfael is sent on the expedition to translate and finds the villagers of Gwytherin divided by the Benedictine's offer for the saint's relics. Canny and all too worldly, he isn't surprised when this taste for bones leads to bloody murder. The leading opponent to moving the grave has been shot dead with a mysterious arrow and some say Winifred herself held the bow. Brother Cadfael knows this is a carnal killing but he doesn't know his plan to unearth a murderer might dig up a case of love and justice - where the wages of sin may be scandal or Cadfael's ruin.

  • A medieval crime mystery - and the detectives are the local prostitutes desperate to clear their names. Magdalene la Batarde is the madam of the Old Priory Guesthouse.  She and her women are expected to engage in sinful delights, but murder isn't one of them - until Baldassare, the messenger, dies. Though he wasn't a regular client, Magdalene and the girls refuse to let his death go unavenged. Their motive isn't aren't completely altruistic - chances are if they don't find the killer, they'll be assumed guilty because they're whores. The bishop of Winchester, who was served by Baldassare for many years, orders handsome Sir Bellamy of Itchen to investigate. Bellamy is enchanted by Magdalene and while he doesn't believe she is a murderer, she is involved somehow and he's certain she's hiding something.

  • '...and will take place on Friday October 29th, at Little Paddocks at 6.30 p.m. Friends, please accept this, the only intimation.' A joke, of course, in bad taste. But none of Miss Blacklock's friends can resist calling on her at the appointed hour.  At 6.30 precisely, the lights go out...
  • Gladys, a maid in the Fortescue home, is found strangled with a stocking - and a clothes peg on her nose.  Miss Marple is on hand to deal withthe mystery.
  • London, 1871. The rich man in his Bayswater villa, the poor man at his gate casing the place.  For many, crime was the only way to get a start in life and ostentatious  wealth was a temptation. In a time of an emergent police force and no telephones, a wave of burglaries terrorises the well-to-do. It was enough to put ideas into  Val Leary's head.  An Irish labourer, he lacked the tools, the expertise and the capital but the Soho underworld would provide those.  What he needed was an inside contact.  That's where Janey came in: a kitchenmaid, the lowest of the servants, in an age when dismissal without references was tantamount to certain death.  Will she risk it?

  • Fraser's third Jemima Shore mystery. Everyone loved Chloe Fontaine. Tiny and exquisitely pretty, her fragile looks hid her considerable talent as a novelist. There had been a series of admirers, lovers and husbands ever since her arrival in literary London. It hardly seemed to matter about the odd contrast between the disorderliness of her private life and the careful formality of her work. Then came the sudden and strange disappearance of Chloe, leaving Jemima in charge of her new London flat....