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A Staged Murder
By Jo A. Hiestand
A Peak District Mystery, Book 1
Publisher: Cousins House
Release Date: March 23, 2017
Genre: Cozy/British Mystery
Length: 326 Pages
About the book:
Bonfire Night! The four hundred-year-old tradition of burning the straw effigy is beginning in Upper Kingsleigh, England. The torch extends… But it’s no mock figure at the end of the rope; it’s the body of a man, an American tourist. Brenna Taylor, Derbyshire C.I.D., is assigned to the case on a team of detectives under Detective-Chief Inspector Geoffrey Graham. It is the chance Brenna has been waiting for, and she is anxious to impress him.
Most villagers suspect an outsider as the killer. But when the frost-covered body of a resident is discovered, apprehension shifts and suspects multiply. Among them are the American's brother-in-law, still angry over his sister's death; the husband, who fears his wife will desert him for the American; the inebriated, penniless uncle, who clings to his nephew's fortune tighter than a cork in a wine bottle. Then Brenna becomes the target of a series of frightening pranks--the work of a harassing male colleague, or a deadly warning to leave the case? Her hunt is personal now.
Exclusive Excerpt“Never knew the wind so fierce as it was up at Leadlove’s farm. God, it was like I had bloody well nothin’ on. Cut right through to the bone, that cold did. Ain’t much better tonight.”They paused, turning toward the front door, and listened. The wind moaned between the door and its frame, rattling the brass knocker. A tree branch bumped against a window, as though it wanted to come in from the cold. Returning to their drinks, the men seemed suddenly colder and talked quietly of a past snow storm. “Never found his body till next spring, it were,” one man reminded the group. “Found him up around Fenig’s Hill, near the pool. Frozen solid as a board and twice as stiff. ‘Course, it’s near always certain death up there that time of year, ain’t it? Cold.”Silently, I agreed, knowing that patch of Thunor Moor. It was desolate, wild land, planed by fierce wintry winds that left nothing growing taller than grasses. Sheep refused to graze there, seeking instead the warmer, more sheltered dales. A pool of bracken-infested water along a walking track further chilled the wind as it swept across the pool’s black surface. Frost and ice, always thicker and more abundant on the pool’s eastern shore, seemed to linger into the summer, when it took refuge in the crevices of ruined stone walls. ‘Cold’ hardly described the moor.“It will be our fortieth year of caroling,” Evan said. “We ought to have a celebration after finishing at the last house. toast another ten years of the Upper Kingsleigh Carolers.”“Ought to print up another fancy paper with members’ names listedl,” Derek said. “Show our spirit—”“Speaking of spirit,” Byron said. “If I may interrupt your meal, Mr. Graham...”As though on cue, every head in the room turned to us. I felt their curiosity, their eyes darting between Graham and me.“Are you any nearer to an arrest?”A few throats cleared, a few feet shuffled as the interested waited for the news.Graham eyed me as though we shared a secret, then turned to the men. “The Constabulary, although dealing with many dozen cases simultaneously, has utilized all its available resources for the swift and successful conclusion of this case. It has received the top priority of the Chief Constable, since murder receives priority status. The expeditious completion and apprehension of the miscreant, although an honorary pursuit, must also be tempered with lawful procedures, else we should be confronted with a vigilante episode. I have conferred both with the Assistant Commissioner and the Chief Constable, and we feel that an arrest, while being of major concern to the emotional and mental well-being of the citizenry—not to mention their physical survivalis imminently pending.”Did he take a course on officialeze—I wondered, sharing a wink with him—or had he a natural talent?The men nodded, mumbled that they had thought so all along, and occupied themselves with their drinks.
AUTHOR Bio and Links:
A month-long trip to England during her college years introduced Jo to the joys of Things British. Since then, she has been lured back nearly a dozen times, and lived there during her professional folksinging stint. This intimate knowledge of Britain forms the backbone of the Peak District mystery series.
Jo’s insistence for accuracy--from police methods and location layout to the general “feel” of the area--has driven her innumerable times to Derbyshire for research. These explorations and conferences with police friends provide the detail filling the books.
In 1999 she returned to Webster University to major in English. She graduated in 2001 with a BA degree and departmental honors.
Jo founded the Greater St. Louis Chapter of Sisters in Crime, serving as its first president. Besides her love of mysteries and early music, she also enjoys photography, reading, creating recipes, and her backyard wildlife. Her cat, Tennyson, shares her St. Louis home.
Website: https://www.johiestand.com/Amazon Author Page: https://www.amazon.com/Jo-A.-Hiestand