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Katherine is a retired nurse and a retired church organist. The small Hudson River village where she lives in her Victorian “Painted Lady” makes her the neighborhood matriarch. Along with her Maine Coon Cat Robespierre, she guards friends and families.

When amoral Rachel moves into the first floor apartment of Katherine’s house, trouble erupts. The murder weapon is one she recognizes and makes her fear for her friends and family. Finding the killer becomes her goal.

Editorial Review
Murder and Mint Tea is a gem in its genre, combining the voice of a classic American whodunit with that of a traditional British detective novel. Murder She Wrote meets Miss Marple in a beautifully crafted tale that makes the reader want to reach into the pages and dispense justice to the villainess themselves. ~ Writer Gail Roughton

EXCERPT 

On the porch I stared at the sky.  Would I complete the walk before it rained?  I glanced at the roses at the end of the porch.  A scrap of white fluttered.  Curiosity sent me across the porch.

     I reached for the ragged scrap of cloth and gasped.  When I looked over the railing acid rose in my throat.  I swallowed several times.  Rachel’s body sprawled among the bushes.  Her arms and legs curved awkwardly.  I hurried down the steps and around the porch.  Even if I hadn’t been a nurse I would have recognized death.

     On the ground several feet from her body I saw the knife.  The blood on the blade seemed duller than the splotch of red on the bodice of her white dress.  I bent to study the knife.  The distinctive ivory bands on the black handle identified it as one of the knives Bob and Sarah had given as gifts last Christmas.

     A rush of thoughts arose and threatened to engulf me.  I heard voices crying for Rachel’s death.

     “Someday you’ll end up dead and there’ll be too many suspects for an arrest.”

     “I wait for her.  I have the knife.”

     “You’ll be sorry, sorry, sorry.”

     “I hate her.  I wish she was dead.”

     “How about the Orient Express method?”

     What should I do?  The voices of my friends and loved ones brought my protective instincts to play.  The possibility someone I knew had ended Rachel’s life was strong.  Once again I saw Tim slice the air with the knife.  The day the Rodgers had moved in I had placed one of the knives on the tray of food.  Neither had been returned.  With a sudden thought I knew even Susie could have

    

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