Murder in the Wings (A DI Frank Lyle Mystery) by Juliet B Madison

Actor David Marlow is dead, but did someone kill for a part?

Murder in the wings (a di frank lyle mystery)

The murder of actor David Marlow is no surprise, since the man was uncouth and arrogant; loathed by cast and theatre crew alike. But there are a lot of questions and few answers.

Was Marlow somehow connected to a young woman’s death from a heroin overdose? Or is the reason for his murder much closer to home?

DI Lyle and his team must pull out all the stops to unmask the killer before the greasepaint dries and the curtain rises on the chilling final act.

Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / General

Secondary Genre: FICTION / Mystery & Detective / General

Language: English

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Word Count: 72,375

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Murder in the Wings is currently ranked at 362,656 paid in Kindle store. It has 7 reviews with a 4 star average. I should love to have the book translated into Spanish and Portuguese so I can reach readers in Mexico and Brazil.


Sample text:

“Oh so she’s your daughter when things like this happen, but when she landed herself in the hospital in the past she was our daughter or mine. You should have taught her to manage her condition better, although you’re hardly an advert for top notch Diabetes control yourself.”

“Please Mr Telford, this isn’t helping Joanna,” the doctor protested.

“I thought she was beyond help now,” Katherine snapped.

“She’s still breathing,” the doctor replied.

“Will it have to go before the Coroner?” Mike asked.

“It is our daughter, Mike.” Katherine was shaking now hardly able to stem her flow of tears.

“When I say it I was referring to the manner of her death and whether it will be a case.” Mike snapped back.

“I don’t want my daughter reduced to a manila file full of meaningless paperwork.” Katherine sobbed.

“I’m afraid you won’t have much choice,” the doctor said, “Since we can’t pinpoint the exact cause of death with any certainty it needs to be thoroughly investigated, but the morticians will make her decent and when she’s dressed and embalmed in the Chapel of Rest you won’t even see the incision.”

Joanna’s breathing now sounded bad, it had been quiet until now, but now sounded noisy, wheezy and laboured.

“It’s what we call a death rattle,” the doctor said.


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