When Myrtle's housekeeper is a murder suspect, she swears to Myrtle that she's squeaky clean.
It’s easy for fellow citizens to get on your nerves in sleepy Southern towns like Bradley, North Carolina. Particularly when one of the citizens is something of a cheapskate. Amos Subers isn’t one to tip waiters, pay back a loan, or behave generously with family. When it’s discovered that penny-pinching Amos was actually quite wealthy, it hardly engenders goodwill in the small town … in fact, he’s heartily disliked. Octogenarian sleuth Myrtle Clover’s housekeeper is certainly no fan of his: Amos owes Puddin money for cleaning his house.
It’s not too surprising when Amos is later found, murdered, in his kitchen. Myrtle and her senior sidekick Miles resolve to track down the killer when Puddin becomes a prime suspect…and before the murderer strikes again.
This book is part of the best-selling Myrtle Clover mystery series. It has 271 4.6-star reviews.
Publishers Weekly: “Myrtle's wacky personality is a delight.”
Mystery News: “Wonderful cozy mystery: solidly written, well-plotted and funny.”
ForeWord: “The treat here is Myrtle's eccentricity, brought to life with rich humor and executed …with breezy skill.”
“I hope I'm half as lively as she is when I reach my 80's..” Amazon Reviewer
“Sassy and funny as ever” Amazon Reviewer
“Myrtle is a feisty lady and I enjoy her wit and ability to figure out who done it.” Amazon Reviewer
Chapter One
“You’re slipping,” said Myrtle in irritation as Miles carefully placed tiles to spell ‘too’ on the Scrabble board. “And you even used up one of your blank tiles.”
Miles gave his friend a sour look. He shouted, “That’s because it’s noisy in here. It plays havoc with my concentration.”
As if to corroborate his words, the vacuum cleaner, in the hands of Myrtle’s housekeeper Puddin, swerved perilously close to his feet. It nearly knocked over the card table where Myrtle and Miles had set up their game.
“That Puddin,” said Myrtle, glaring at her housekeeper. “She was supposed to be here hours ago. I didn’t plan on her interrupting our game. She’s a terror with the vacuum.”
Miles shouted, “Couldn’t you send her away? Have her come back later?”
“You know she’d never come back,” said Myrtle. “And my house is a disaster.”
Miles stood up. “Let’s move the game to my house. It’s quiet there.”
“Absolutely not. All the tiny tiles would fly off the board and mess up the whole game,” said Myrtle.
Miles looked as if that thought very much appealed to him. But then, he wasn’t winning. “I’ll be careful.”
Puddin took another menacing pass at them with the vacuum, her pasty, doughy face sullen but focused.
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Portuguese
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Isabela Berté
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Tomas Ibarra Cervantes
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