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Murder at the Laurels [Secure Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7]
eBook by Lesley Cookman
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eBook Category: Mystery/Crime/Suspense/Thriller
eBook Description:  Once again, Libby Sarjeant finds herself involved in a mystery, this time because of the death of her friend Fran's Aunt Eleanor. Echoes of the past clash with very 21st century motives, and once again, the Steeple Martin posse are on hand to give encouragement and advice.
eBook Publisher: Accent/Accent
Fictionwise Release Date: September 2007
Available eBook Formats [Secure Mobipocket/Microsoft Reader/Adobe Reader 7 - What's this?]: SECURE MOBIPOCKET FORMAT (575 KB], SECURE MICROSOFT READER FORMAT (358 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 ADOBE READER 7 FORMAT (1.3 MB]
Secure Adobe Reader 7: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud enabled
Other formats: Printing DISABLED, Read-aloud DISABLED
Microsoft Reader ISBN: 97819051709781905170
 
?HOW MANY MORE DO you want, then?? Libby Sarjeant
pushed a wisp of damp, rusty coloured hair off her
brow. ?I can?t turn them out like sausages.?
Guy Wolfe grinned at her from behind his neat
goatee beard. ?You can?t turn them out at all unless
you haven?t got anything else to do,? he said. ?You?re
one of the most unreliable suppliers I?ve got.?
?Thanks.? Libby tried to look outraged and failed.
?Suppliers, is that what we are? I thought we were
artists.?
?To me you?re suppliers. Now, I?m an artist.? He
turned to look smugly at the rows of greetings cards
behind him.
Libby snorted. ?That?s prostituting your art,? she
said.
?No it isn?t. It?s being practical. Think of all the
Laughing Cavalier and Stag at Bay cards that are sold
each year.?
?I didn?t know you were that famous.? Libby picked
up her basket and slung it over her shoulder.
?Only among a certain well-informed set,? said Guy,
and laughed as her mouth dropped open. ?I?m teasing,
Lib.?
?Oh.? Libby turned towards the door and then
remembered. ?You never said how many more you
wanted. And if you do, do you want them all the
same??
?I?ll take whatever you can produce, and as long as
it?s pretty, it doesn?t matter what the view is. You sell
quite well, you know.?
Libby smiled, her turn to be smug. ?I know.
Especially ??
?Since you turned detective??
?No, I was going to say especially that one ??
?The view through the window??
?With the yellow roses, yes.?
?The punters loved that. Was it from imagination??
?No, I visited the cottage once.? Libby sighed. ?It
was beautiful. I wanted it.?
?Was this when you were house hunting? What was
it Peter and Harry called it??
?The search for Bide-a-Wee. Yes, it was then.?
?But Nethergate?s miles from Steeple Martin.? Guy
perched on the edge of the old oak table that did duty
as a counter.
?When I was house hunting I wasn?t looking
particularly in Steeple Martin. Just something small
and somewhere else.? Libby turned her head and
looked out of the window. ?Nethergate was somewhere
else, as well as Steeple Martin. Just too expensive.?
?Seaside location, you see.? Guy narrowed his eyes
and put his head on one side. ?Wish you?d moved here
instead, now??
Libby sighed again. ?In a way. It?s all been very
difficult.?
?Murder usually is,? said Guy.
Libby nodded mournfully.
?Look, why don?t I take you to lunch? You need
cheering up, and Sophie can mind the shop.?
Guy?s daughter looked up from her magazine and
nodded vaguely. ?No customers, anyway,? she said.
Guy made an exasperated sound and slid off the
table. ?Come on,? he said, taking Libby?s arm. ?Let?s
leave her to it.?
?She?s right, though, there aren?t any customers,?
said Libby, as they walked along Harbour Street
towards Guy?s favourite pub. ?Don?t be too hard on
her.?
Guy grinned. ?I?m not really. Sophie works for me
and lives with her mother. A remarkably well adjusted
child. Just very modern.?
?Hardly a child, and of course she?s modern. Did
you expect a Renaissance maiden??
?I?d have preferred...
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