Chimes at MidnightA year-end tradition at St. Barbara’s College Oxford ends in the death of a controversial professor. Royce Sheridan had enemies—but which one killed him? A weekend at a stately home may enable Veronica and Claire to uncover the culprit, but as a snowstorm engulfs the house and the body count rises, they may find more than they bargain for. |
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... Don't worry, it's all very civilised. I know it's not all men, but which men to be wary of. Right now, I think I can cope.” “I'm glad, darling. If you do feel the need to leave, of course, we'll do so right away.” “Thank you, dearest ...
... Don't worry, it's all very civilised. I know it's not all men, but which men to be wary of. Right now, I think I can cope.” “I'm glad, darling. If you do feel the need to leave, of course, we'll do so right away.” “Thank you, dearest ...
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... don't think he's moved since he sat down there after the scrum caught him.” “You're right.” Ben frowned and went over to the man. “Professor Sheridan? Sir? Are you not well?” Ben reached out to touch Sheridan's shoulder. The man slowly ...
... don't think he's moved since he sat down there after the scrum caught him.” “You're right.” Ben frowned and went over to the man. “Professor Sheridan? Sir? Are you not well?” Ben reached out to touch Sheridan's shoulder. The man slowly ...
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... don't her think coat, I've felt this tired since we returned from Iraq.” “Me neither, darling.” Claire sat beside her and stroked her back. “You'd think an active nightlife in London would prepare us for prolonged questioning by the ...
... don't her think coat, I've felt this tired since we returned from Iraq.” “Me neither, darling.” Claire sat beside her and stroked her back. “You'd think an active nightlife in London would prepare us for prolonged questioning by the ...
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... don't recall seeing anyone. The mist had come down again, so I can't be sure.” “Oh well, it could be something, it could be nothing.” Conliffe clicked a soft tch tch tch under his breath. Veronica touched his arm. “Inspector, could you ...
... don't recall seeing anyone. The mist had come down again, so I can't be sure.” “Oh well, it could be something, it could be nothing.” Conliffe clicked a soft tch tch tch under his breath. Veronica touched his arm. “Inspector, could you ...
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... Don't worry, dearest, I'm not going to get involved.” Claire rolled her eyes. “I've heard that before.” Conliffe chuckled. “There's no harm in you asking. You probably guessed we were looking for a murder weapon when we searched ...
... Don't worry, dearest, I'm not going to get involved.” Claire rolled her eyes. “I've heard that before.” Conliffe chuckled. “There's no harm in you asking. You probably guessed we were looking for a murder weapon when we searched ...
Contents
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Chapter Four | 31 |
Chapter Five | 43 |
Chapter Six | 51 |
Chapter Seven | 62 |
Chapter Eight | 71 |
Chapter Ten | 88 |
Chapter Eleven | 98 |
Chapter Twelve | 109 |
Chapter Thirteen | 115 |
Chapter Fourteen | 123 |
Epilogue | 131 |
About the Author | 136 |
Chapter Nine | 80 |
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