Wednesday, April 14, 2021

Murder and Poisoned Tea #MFRWHooks #BWL Author #Mystery #Katherine Miller #Robespierre #Hudson Valley


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The moment she hears his mastery of the organ, Katherine covets him as St. Stephen’s new Minister of Music. Handsome, charming and vastly talented, the women of the congregation adore him. Even Katherine is swayed by his manners and ability, But Roger not only brought beautiful music, he brings poisoned notes to the choir. Katherine seeks to find the secret of why he has changed churches yearly. She prays the discovery will be in time to prevent a tragedy.

The Mrs. Miller Mysteries series is a sheer delight. Miss Marple and Jessica Fletcher would love Katherine Miller. I know I do. ~~ Writer Gail Roughton

Reviewed in the United States on July 8, 2017
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After they left, I returned to the church. A prayer filled my thoughts. I needed to be calm

 when I faced Roger. If he wasn’t at the church, I’d go to his apartment. The coals

 of anger had been fanned. I wouldn’t rest until he was on his way to jail.

When I opened the side door, the gray cat bolted through the opening and dashed

 into the bushes. Once my heart stopped pounding, I frowned. How had the stray gotten 

into the church?

I headed up to the choir room. Several pieces of music lay on the piano. Roger wasn’t

 in the music library or the room where the choir robes were kept. Since he would

 never leave the lights on and the door open, I knew he was somewhere in the

 building. The sanctuary? But I hadn’t heard the organ.

Downstairs, I strode down the hall and opened the door. The lights were on

 in the choir loft. Deep shadows filled the rest of the room. I turned to leave 

and remembered Marcie’s jacket. What had she said about the attack? He’d 

taken her downstairs to one of the pews. Her jacket had to be here somewhere.

As I moved down the aisle, I looked for the bright pink coat. Where was Roger?

 I stopped short and held in a gasp. I saw the jacket and Roger’s body half-sprawled

 on one of the pews.

Swallowing my scream, I knelt and touched his arm. “Roger.” My voice sounded 

tentative. Then I saw his head and the blood. I looked up at the balcony. Had

 he fallen or had he been pushed?

There was nothing I could do for him. I turned and ran from the sanctuary and 

through the garden to the parish house.

Mary looked up. “He’s not here.”

I’m sure she meant Edward. “I need to call the police.”

“An accident with your car?”

Since I’d already dialed the local station, a number I’ve memorized, I didn’t

 answer. No sense repeating my news. “Pete Duggan, please. Tell him it’s Katherine Miller.”

A few minutes later, I heard his voice. “Officer Duggan.”

“Pete, I need you.”

“Another body, Mrs. M?”

“How did you guess?”

“You’re kidding.”

“Not one iota. At St. Stephen’s. In the sanctuary.”


McKenna Dean said...

Ooooh! This sounds right up my alley!

Daryl Devoré said...

LOL - the police officer wasn't phased in the least. :-)

Anonymous said...

I couldn't read all of this because of the way the page cut off some words, but what I could read laid the foundation of a solid mystery.