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The Romney Marsh Mysteries

Bad Sons, He Made Me, and Poor Hands
By:Oliver Tidy
Publisher:Independent Publishers Group (Chicago Review Press)
Print ISBN:9781913682811
eText ISBN:9781913682811
Edition:0
Format:Reflowable

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Three involving mystery novels about a pair of crime-solving friends in a town on the south coast of England, in one volume! This three-in-one volume includes: Bad Sons David Booker returns to Romney Marsh for a holiday. He’s expecting to spend time helping his aunt and uncle pack up their second-hand bookshop in preparation for a happy retirement. But he arrives in Dymchurch on a miserable April night to find his relatives missing without word or clue regarding their whereabouts. The outlook of the local police pushes Booker to search for his own answers. To unravel the mystery he will have to put himself in danger . . . He Made Me David Booker and Jo Cash are experiencing similar stuttering starts to their new lives on Romney Marsh when Rebecca Swaine turns up seeking help. Someone is demanding a lot of money from her husband and she wants to know why. What do the dying words of one man—he made me—actually mean? People will come undone and reputations will be ruined before the answer becomes clear. At the end of the day, Mrs Swaine might wish she’d let sleeping dogs lie . . .Poor Hands In a big old building on the south coast of Kent, David Booker runs a book-themed coffee shop and Jo Cash operates a private investigation business. They live there, too. (But not like that.) At the moment, Jo needs help with tracing a client’s living relatives, while David needs help with his staffing problems. Sometimes two heads are better than one. Sometimes a poor hand is better than none. But not always . . .