**It's Christmas Eve in snowy New York City and private investigator William Baget and his friend Freddie Lewis have been invited to dinner at Arthur J. Vincent's speakeasy establishment, The Golden Cap.** **The festive night takes a murderous turn when Arthur J. Vincent drops dead in his study.
A Merry Little Murder
โ Scribed by Byers, Beth
- Book ID
- 110306570
- Year
- 2018
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 99 KB
- Series
- Violet Carlyle Cozy Historical (The Violet Carlyle 4
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B07HY16HNY
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
โฆ Synopsis
Christmas 1923.
It's the first Christmas without Aunt Agatha and Violet is having a hard time finding the will to be bright or young. Her brother, Victor, is determined to cheer her up , so they go to their friends new house to brighten their holidays.
When a body is discovered, Jack Wakefield is on hand. Their romance may be a off-kilter, but he knows them well enough to be sure neither twin killed the victim. So just who killed this person and why? In finding the killer, will Jack and Violet also discover just what the future holds for them?
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It's Christmas Eve in snowy New York City and private investigator William Baget and his friend Freddie Lewis have been invited to dinner at Arthur J. Vincent's speakeasy establishment, The Golden Cap. The festive night takes a murderous turn when Arthur J. Vincent drops dead in his study. And aft
Christmas 1923. It's the first Christmas without Aunt Agatha and Violet is having a hard time finding the will to be bright or young. Her brother, Victor, is determined to cheer her up , so they go to their friends new house to brighten their holidays. When a body is discovered, Jack Wakef
It was nobody's fault, unless you counted the mice, and even they didn't mean to start trouble. A forgotten candy cane lured them to the Christmas tree stored in the basement of St. Anne's Hospital. The nibbling and gnawing just went on from there. Now there are holes in the trunk where none should
It was nobody's fault, unless you counted the mice, and even they didn't mean to start trouble. A forgotten candy cane lured them to the Christmas tree stored in the basement of St. Anne's Hospital. The nibbling and gnawing just went on from there. Now there are holes in the trunk where none should