This book goes from ‘tell-all' to ‘dead men tell no tales.'
Retired English teacher Myrtle Clover is frequently asked to proofread for friends. So she wasn’t totally surprised when her friend Pearl asked her to take a look at her memoir and polish it up.
But before Myrtle could pull out her red pen, Pearl was found … murdered.
Now Myrtle and her senior sidekick Miles must track down the memoir and the murderer before the killer makes any more final revisions.
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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
“Did you bring the stuff?” asked Myrtle briskly as she answered her front door.
Miles followed her inside. “You’re making it sound like a drug deal. But yes, I brought them.”
He laid down a page of cat food coupons on her coffee table. “I think you’ll find they’re all in order.”
“Excellent. I tell you Miles, Pasha is eating me out of house and home,” said Myrtle. Pasha was a beautiful, feral, black cat who enjoyed spending time, on a limited basis, with Myrtle.
Miles, always one to keep a careful eye on Pasha’s whereabouts asked, “Speaking of, is she around?” He sat down on Myrtle’s sofa and she sat in her favorite armchair.
“Currently? No. But by my estimate, she should be jumping through the kitchen window in the next fifteen minutes,” said Myrtle.
Miles nodded as if indicating that he now understood the parameters of his visit length. “Shouldn’t you be taking the cat to the vet? Aren’t owners supposed to report unusual changes in activity and appetite?”
Myrtle said, “Pasha couldn’t be healthier. Her coat and eyes shine. Her teeth are tartar-free. The problem is that Pasha is too good at hunting. She has been out there, outside, relentlessly subduing nature for quite some time and now has eliminated her prey. There’s very little for the poor dear to catch now.”
Miles, who had seen evidence of Pasha’s successful hunting expeditions, shifted uneasily on the sofa. “There was certainly a fairly regular display of Pasha’s trophies. Bats, snakes, chipmunks, birds, lizards, shrews, and other assorted small creatures.”
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Tomas Ibarra Cervantes
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