Castle Murders
Language: English
Pages: 242
ISBN: 044109273X
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Partying to death? A parlous party at the Castle Perilous comes to a dead halt when the body of viscount Oren is discovered and foul play is suspected. But who is the killer? And where is the murder weapon? The rambunctious revelers at Castle P. join in a treacherous treasure hunt for party favors of a decidedly deadly nature...the murder weapon must be hidden behind one of the 144,000 doors, or will it be buried in the back of the next victim?
help, and both of them … well, they had to practically shovel them into the morgue wagon.” “They should have known better, but that doesn’t make me feel any less awful about it.” Incarnadine drummed the desk top with his fingers. “So what does Tweel expect me to do, do you think?” “Hit back with all you have.” “What do you advise, Howie?” “Well, as your counselor I have to advise you that if you do retaliate, we’ll have a major war on our hands.” Incarnadine nodded. “That’s inevitable.”
and took a long drag on a rolled cigarette. Carney recognized him, and winked. The man nodded. The maitre d’ said into Carney’s ear, “He’s in the back.” Smoke was a swirling fog in the main room. Fake palm leaves hung from the pillars, “jungle” vegetation abounded everywhere. The dance floor was large but crowded. The stage held a ten-piece band and King Elmont at the piano, doing a fast, syncopated rendition of “Shake That Thing.” The dance was a fast two-step. There were a lot of pale
turned to face the assembled group. “I will do all further questioning in private, my lords and ladies,” he announced. “But in the morning. There is a storm gathering, and it looks to be an ominous night. There is a murderer loose in the castle. I suggest you all retire to your rooms and bolt your doors. Good night to you all, and may your respective deities, whosoever they may be, forfend any harm.” The group broke up and dispersed, almost all ascending the wide staircase that led to the level
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went walking by. As he did he glanced into the alcove. He did a double take and halted. “You there,” he said. “What’s going on?” Thaxton turned his head to look down at the body. “I asked you a question,” the man said as he came into the alcove. His gaze locked on the body. “Ye gods!” Thaxton stepped aside. After kneeling over the corpse for a moment, the man stood up and faced Thaxton. He was tall and black-bearded, like the dead man. He looked somewhat younger. His eyes were fiercely blue.