Manton Rempville Murders – 1

This is my second homage to the detective story. I’ve always loved mystery stories by Agatha Christie, Ngaio Marsh, and Dorothy L Sayers. I watched many DVDs of detective series from the UK and this was the spark to start the creative process. I have tried to add some humour into the book. The Manton Rempville Murders is the second in the Inspector Knowles Mysteries and reacquaints the reader with Knowles and his Detective Sergeant Rod Barnes, who were first introduced in The Goat Parva Murders.


Detective Sergeant Rod Barnes surveyed the remains of Manton Rempville monastery with a certain amount of incredulity. He’d heard that 100,000 pounds had been spent on preserving the ruins and he couldn’t understand why anyone would do such a thing. Ruins were ruins for a reason and that reason was because the natural order of things, in Barnes’s mind at least, was gradual decay – preservation was only delaying the inevitable, like applying skin cream to wrinkles or a new coat of paint to a rusting car. The ruins were open to anyone and there was no entry charge, so they were never going to get their money back.

            Barnes stiffened slightly as he saw DI Colin Knowles’s Land Rover chug into the car park and lurch to a halt too close to Barnes’s Morgan sports car for his comfort. He glanced down at the body and thought that Knowles would find this crime scene very interesting indeed. Knowles was on a new diet and his latest culinary delight was vegetable kebabs cooked on his nearly new barbecue. Even in the depths of winter.

            Barnes walked across the uneven grass as a low, cold wind whipped across the historical site. He hadn’t seen much of Knowles in the past month as they’d both been away on holiday at separate times.

            “Good morning, sir, how are you today?”

            “Fair to middling, Barnesy old son, the diet’s working well, nearly ten pounds lost.”

            “How’s the gym going?”

            “Gradually doing more on the treadmill, lifting a few weights, and getting some stretching done on those large blue balls they have. That’s not easy – those balls are bouncy as hell – I almost fell off the first few times I tried to lie on the thing. Anyway, not only can I see my toes now, but I can almost touch them too.”

            “That’s good to hear, sir. The trick to keeping the weight off is by committing to a lifestyle change rather thinking you’re on a diet.”


Bio: I am a writer. I love writing mysteries and thrillers, especially on topics close to my heart. A list of my books, both about travel and other subjects, can be found here.


Published by Julian Worker

Julian was born in Leicester, attended school in Yorkshire, and university in Liverpool. He has been to 94 countries and territories and intends to make the 100 when travel is easier. He writes travel books, murder / mysteries and absurd fiction. His sense of humour is distilled from The Marx Brothers, Monty Python, Fawlty Towers, and Midsomer Murders. His latest book is about a Buddhist cat who tries to help his squirrel friend fly further from a children's slide.

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