Chimes at MidnightA year-end tradition at St. Barbara’s College Oxford ends in the death of a controversial professor. Royce Sheridan had enemies—but which one killed him? A weekend at a stately home may enable Veronica and Claire to uncover the culprit, but as a snowstorm engulfs the house and the body count rises, they may find more than they bargain for. |
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... smile. The air around him became infused with the aroma of a good quality port. Veronica sighed inwardly. He's a handsome man who knows it and fancies himself a little too much. Sheridan turned to point out his colleagues. “That fellow ...
... smile. The air around him became infused with the aroma of a good quality port. Veronica sighed inwardly. He's a handsome man who knows it and fancies himself a little too much. Sheridan turned to point out his colleagues. “That fellow ...
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... smile. “I suppose I earned it.” “Of course you did. Good Christ alive, you earned that and more in Iraq.” Claire sat back against the pillows, drew her knees up, and spread her legs. Patting the space between them, she said, “Come, sit ...
... smile. “I suppose I earned it.” “Of course you did. Good Christ alive, you earned that and more in Iraq.” Claire sat back against the pillows, drew her knees up, and spread her legs. Patting the space between them, she said, “Come, sit ...
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... her serviette. “I do hope he won't keep us for long, as I feel utterly fagged out.” Claire gave her a wicked little smile. “I'm both sorry and not sorry for imposing that on you.” Veronica winked then 14 A.J. Matthews.
... her serviette. “I do hope he won't keep us for long, as I feel utterly fagged out.” Claire gave her a wicked little smile. “I'm both sorry and not sorry for imposing that on you.” Veronica winked then 14 A.J. Matthews.
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... smile. “It was only when my mate, Constable Terry Buckler, dragged the bloke off me that I saw the bloody knife in the bloke's hand and realised what had hit me.” Claire gasped. “Good heavens!” “Yes. They took me to hospital. Luckily ...
... smile. “It was only when my mate, Constable Terry Buckler, dragged the bloke off me that I saw the bloody knife in the bloke's hand and realised what had hit me.” Claire gasped. “Good heavens!” “Yes. They took me to hospital. Luckily ...
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... glanced at the grey sky, then pulled up his overcoat collar as he walked away. “It was rather tactless of him to remind us of July,” Veronica said quietly. “Yes.” Claire gave her a troubled smile. “But it's all 19 Chimes at Midnight.
... glanced at the grey sky, then pulled up his overcoat collar as he walked away. “It was rather tactless of him to remind us of July,” Veronica said quietly. “Yes.” Claire gave her a troubled smile. “But it's all 19 Chimes at Midnight.
Contents
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Chapter Four | 31 |
Chapter Five | 43 |
Chapter Six | 51 |
Chapter Seven | 62 |
Chapter Eight | 71 |
Chapter Ten | 88 |
Chapter Eleven | 98 |
Chapter Twelve | 109 |
Chapter Thirteen | 115 |
Chapter Fourteen | 123 |
Epilogue | 131 |
About the Author | 136 |
Chapter Nine | 80 |
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