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Murder In Steeple Martin [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7]
eBook by Lesley Cookman
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime/Mystery/Crime
eBook Description:  This is a tale of engaging misfits and muddlers in a Kent village, whose theatrical endeavours rouse the long arm of the past with murderous consequences. 'Artist Libby Sarjeant's fresh start in a picturesque Kent village includes an exciting new venture--the Oast House Theatre. She never expects it to include a new romance in the form of Ben, but who's complaining? She just isn't expecting ingredients three, four and five: mystery, intrigue, and the shadow of old murder...' First in a new series--watch out for more murder mysteries featuring middle aged actress come investigator, Libby Sarjeant.
eBook Publisher: Accent Press/Accent
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2006
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Available eBook Formats [Secure eReader (recommended)/Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7 - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT (569 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT (351 KB] - Requires Microsoft Reader 2.1.1 for PCs, or Microsoft Reader 2.2.2 on Pocket PC 2002 handheld devices. Some older Pocket PCs can be upgraded. Learn More., SECURE EREADER (RECOMMENDED) FORMAT (263 KB], SECURE ADOBE READER 7 FORMAT (1.8 MB]
Secure Adobe Reader 7: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud enabled
Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
Microsoft Reader ISBN, eReader (recommended) ISBN: 1905170157
 
Libby sat on a plastic chair in the middle of what would be the auditorium of the Oast House Theatre and considered mass murder. Her feet were cold, her hands were cold, she was thirsty and it seemed to her that every single person on the stage ? and behind it ? was going out of their way to do exactly the opposite of what she wanted. ?Bloody hell,? she muttered as a member of the cast ran to the wrong corner of the stage again and then stopped and looked for a prompt. ?Other way, Emma,? she called, just refraining from adding, ?You silly cow.? What was the matter with the girl? She was behaving like a rank amateur. She was an amateur. Oh, bloody hell again. The rehearsal wore on. The partially constructed hop garden at the back of the stage was showing an alarming tendency to become part of the action and was constantly being propped up by nervous actors; the back-stage team were having a violent argument at a pitch the actors could only dream about and the plastic chair was getting harder and harder. ?That?s it,? said Libby standing up suddenly and dislodging a pile of the lighting technician?s notes. ?Let?s all go to the pub.? Silence fell and bewildered faces turned towards her. ?But we haven't done scene three,? came a plaintive voice from the back of the set. ?We haven't done scenes one and two, either, have we? Not properly. Not so?s you'd notice.? ?What?? People began looking at each other, shrugging. ?That?s a bit unfair, Libby,? said the plaintive voice. ?On me, yes.? Libby walked forward, gathering her long cardigan around her. ?Now don't get me started, or I shall bawl you all out and you'll hate me. So, let?s go and have a sociable drink and forget it for tonight. We'll put in an extra rehearsal tomorrow?? Howls of protest met this remark, as she'd known they would. ?I can't make tomorrow ?? ?I haven't got a babysitter ?? ?It?s my late night ?? ?But tonight was extra! I only said I'd do a Sunday as a favour ?? ?Try.? Libby was firm. ?Everybody who can. We go up in less than two weeks and this ? not to put too fine a point on it ? is a shambles. Pull your socks up and I'll see you here at seven-thirty tomorrow night.? She watched the cast gather their belongings together and mutter their way towards the back of the theatre. ?Libby, darling,? came a voice from behind her, ?you must meet my dear mama.? Libby turned the full force of her smile upwards at the severely coiffured head of the woman standing next to Peter Parker. ?How lovely to meet you,? she said. ?Peter?s told me so much about you.? Peter acknowledged this patent untruth with a lift of an eyebrow and turned to his mother. ?Mum, this is Libby Sarjeant ?? ?With a J,? interrupted Libby automatically.
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