“You’re telling me people pay to investigate the murder of someone who’s not actually dead? People pay to play at being us? For fun?” Detective Sergeant Rod Barnes smiled at the incredulity in the voice of his boss, Colin Knowles. Barnes thought Knowles must have led a sheltered life if he’d never heard of murder/mysteryContinue reading “The Frisby Waterless Murders”
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Manton Rempville Murders
Detective Sergeant Rod Barnes surveyed the remains of Manton Rempville monastery with 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. The natural order of things, in Barnes’s mind at least, was gradual decayContinue reading “Manton Rempville Murders”
Manton Rempville – Part 3
Barnes drove his Morgan down the carefully manicured driveway of Manton Rempville Hall, while Knowles stared at the yew hedges, which had been sheared into interesting shapes that he couldn’t quite recognise. After they’d parked, Knowles walked over to one of the hedges and pointed. “What do you think they’re supposed to be, Barnesy, theseContinue reading “Manton Rempville – Part 3”
Manton Rempville – Part 2
Knowles and Barnes drove back to Scoresby station and immediately headed to the forensics laboratory, hoping that Dr Crabtree would have some news for them. “Well, Colin, I don’t have that much to tell you, really. You know some of it already. Stabbed in the back with some force by someone slightly taller than theContinue reading “Manton Rempville – Part 2”
Manton Rempville – Part 1
Barnes and Knowles drove their individual vehicles back to Goat Parva and parked outside The Cottage, the residence of Adelaide Hills and her retriever Bingo. “Well here we go again, sir,” said Barnes as he knocked on the door and heard the mad barking of Bingo inside. “Bingo is in fine voice today, oh howContinue reading “Manton Rempville – Part 1”
The Black Hill Hotel
Knowles headed out into the swirling snow. The wind was blowing quite hard as he walked towards the car park. He thought he heard a noise, like a door closing, behind him, but when he looked around there was no one to be seen. He reached the Landrover and inspected it closely; nothing had beenContinue reading “The Black Hill Hotel”
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