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Murder at the B&B. An Ophelia Perhaps Mystery.

Really, Really Dead.   Dead. He was dead. No doubt about it. He was really, really dead. I now sat at the desk of the intake officer, where his computer was taking forever to upload some forms. Vaguely glancing at the photos of him fishing in Scotland or somewhere equally cold and bleak, I was […]

Murder at the B&B. An Ophelia Perhaps Mystery.

A Murder, I Think. It wasn’t what I was expecting. The police station looked more like an ordinary office, with houseplants, a pile of Hello magazines on the side tables, computer monitors, and IN and OUT boxes. It was a quiet Sunday morning. Apparently the chaos of the night before had been sorted, and the paperwork […]

Murder at the B&B. An Ophelia Perhaps Mystery.

I guess it can’t be the guy from Dover. “Dad! You scared me out of my wits!” I’m panting, clutching my heart. “Why didn’t you phone that you were back in Oxford?” “Oh, come on, honey, you know sometimes I get called last minute for lectures. Tomorrow night it’s Thomas Hardy, the Industrial Revolution, and […]

Murder at the B&B. An Ophelia Perhaps Mystery.

All Those Violins Can’t Be Good. I creep through the small forest surrounding the church and enter from a side door. The old ladies crowded into the church pews look back at me. I may be the only one not wearing a hat. But someone else is coming in from the opposite side door. A […]