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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... hands together as she peered into the murky night. “I'm near perished. When is this bloody race going to begin?” They stood in the hallowed quadrangle of St. Barbara's College, Oxford. Ivy clad Tudor buildings surrounded the square ...
... hands together as she peered into the murky night. “I'm near perished. When is this bloody race going to begin?” They stood in the hallowed quadrangle of St. Barbara's College, Oxford. Ivy clad Tudor buildings surrounded the square ...
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... hand beneath her coat and stroked her tummy. The now-familiar ice-cold dread washed through her. Six more months... I'm beyond the time reached before my miscarriage. It's all new territory for me. And once again, I wonder whose child ...
... hand beneath her coat and stroked her tummy. The now-familiar ice-cold dread washed through her. Six more months... I'm beyond the time reached before my miscarriage. It's all new territory for me. And once again, I wonder whose child ...
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... disappeared in the hurly-burly. His yell of outrage soared above the cries of the crowd. Veronica flinched as the ruck stumbled by, hands grabbing for the bundle with little heed or care for anyone nearby. Ben 6 A.J. Matthews.
... disappeared in the hurly-burly. His yell of outrage soared above the cries of the crowd. Veronica flinched as the ruck stumbled by, hands grabbing for the bundle with little heed or care for anyone nearby. Ben 6 A.J. Matthews.
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... hands. “Correct me if I'm wrong, but that thing appears to be leaking.” “What?” Ben followed her gaze. At that moment, Thurlow gave a cry of disgust and held the bundle at arm's length. “What on earth?” McAllister cried. “Give me that ...
... hands. “Correct me if I'm wrong, but that thing appears to be leaking.” “What?” Ben followed her gaze. At that moment, Thurlow gave a cry of disgust and held the bundle at arm's length. “What on earth?” McAllister cried. “Give me that ...
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... hands. “This isn't the same cloth the bundle's wrapped in,” he muttered as he worked. “Nor is it parchment within ... hands and strode across to the student body. He from going stood hands on hips and glared at them. 9 Chimes at Midnight.
... hands. “This isn't the same cloth the bundle's wrapped in,” he muttered as he worked. “Nor is it parchment within ... hands and strode across to the student body. He from going stood hands on hips and glared at them. 9 Chimes at Midnight.
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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