![]() ![]() ![]() 'Who can resist a seasonal whodunnit? This is a bah-humbug’s ideal read' With some 20 crime novels to his credit, a relaunch seems long overdue' ![]() ' Kept guessing to the end, I am left wondering why it has taken so long to discover Francis Duncan. With the snow falling and the suspicions flying, it's up to Mordecai to sniff out the culprit - and prevent someone else from getting murder for Christmas. A dead body that bears a striking resemblance to Father Christmas. Midnight strikes and the party-goers discover that it's not just presents nestling under the tree.there's a dead body too. Mordecai Tremaine, former tobacconist and perennial lover of romance novels, has been invited to spend Christmas in the sleepy village of Sherbroome at the country retreat of one Benedict Grame.Īrriving on Christmas Eve, he finds that the revelries are in full flow - but so too are tensions amongst the assortment of guests. A classic mystery for the festive season: mulled wine, mince pies.and murder. ![]()
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