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New York Times bestselling authors Rita Mae Brown and her feline partner, Sneaky Pie Brown, return with a new mystery starring Mary Minor ?Harry? Haristeen, the sleuthing cats Mrs. Murphy and Pewter, and corgi Tee Tucker. But are they any match for a killer who?s made an entire town suspect by committing?

Autumn has arrived in cozy Crozet, Virginia, and that means the town?s inhabitants are hard at work in home and garden preparing for ...
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Overview

New York Times bestselling authors Rita Mae Brown and her feline partner, Sneaky Pie Brown, return with a new mystery starring Mary Minor “Harry” Haristeen, the sleuthing cats Mrs. Murphy and Pewter, and corgi Tee Tucker. But are they any match for a killer who’s made an entire town suspect by committing…

Autumn has arrived in cozy Crozet, Virginia, and that means the town’s inhabitants are hard at work in home and garden preparing for winter. Harry is planning to harvest her first crop of Petit Manseng grapes along with her beloved sunflowers. Meanwhile, her recent marriage to Fair and her friendship with Deputy Cynthia Cooper, who’s rented nearby Blair Farm, are flourishing. But even when peace descends on the idyllic countryside, murder is lurking.

Mrs. Carla Paulson is one of the diamond-encrusted “come-here” set who has descended on Crozet with plenty of wealth and no feeling for country ways. She’s determined to make her new house the envy of all her well-heeled friends—and enemies—and she’s hired architect Tazio Chappers to build it.

From the start, the project—and Mrs. Paulson—turns into a major headache relieved only by a side trip to study Thomas Jefferson’s extraordinary summer home at Poplar Forest. Harry couldn’t foresee that a day later Mrs. Paulson would be found stabbed to death at a gala fund-raiser with Harry’s friend, Tazio Chappers, standing over her, holding the knife.

Now Harry must solve what seems to everyone else an open-and-shut case. Every other human, that is. For her four-legged friends see it Harry’sway. But will they have to choose between catching the purrfect killer or saving Harry?
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At the start of bestseller Brown's uneven 15th Mrs. Murphy Mystery (after 2007's Puss 'n Cahoots), Mary Minor "Harry" Haristeen, the former postmistress of Crozet, Va., is saddened to hear that a local ob-gyn has been killed-either by a resentful friend, who thought the doc had once slept with his wife, or by prolife fanatics who were angered by his willingness to perform abortions. Next, a wealthy middle-aged woman is murdered at a fund-raiser. Harry's friend Tazio Chappars appears to be the most likely suspect, but Harry is sure of Tazio's innocence and begins to wonder if the two deaths are connected. Character development is frustratingly thin, and rather than exploiting the rich Virginia setting, Brown's local color extends only to superficial clichés (wealthy Virginia women wear understated jewelry, and the ladies with the flashiest gems are tacky new money). Harry's three pets, who pop up having testy, italicized conversations, are generally a distraction, not integral to the novel. Still, the well-paced plot builds to an unpredictable and complex conclusion. (Feb.)

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“While the humans philosphize over the big issues, the pets steal the limelight.”—Kirkus Reviews

“Well-paced … unpredictable.”—Publishers Weekly

“Rita Mae Brown has never shied away from addressing the topical—or letting the serious overwhelm the funny…. Brown provides a perfect diversion for a cold night, complete with a cat or a dog on your lap.”—Richmond Times-Dispatch

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780553803655
  • Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 1/29/2008
  • Series: Mrs. Murphy Series , #16
  • Pages: 272
  • Product dimensions: 6.20 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

Rita Mae Brown is the bestselling author of several books. An Emmy-nominated screenwriter and poet, she lives in Afton, Virginia.

Sneaky Pie Brown, a tiger cat born somewhere in Albemarle County, Virginia, was discovered by Rita Mae Brown at her local SPCA. They have collaborated on fifteen previous Mrs. Murphy mysteries: Wish You Were Here; Rest in Pieces; Murder at Monticello; Pay Dirt; Murder, She Meowed; Murder on the Prowl; Cat on the Scent; Pawing Through the Past; Claws and Effect; Catch as Cat Can; The Tail of the Tip-Off; Whisker of Evil; Cat’s Eyewitness; Sour Puss; and Puss ’n Cahoots, in addition to Sneaky Pie’s Cookbook for Mystery Lovers.

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The Purrfect Murder


By Rita Mae Brown

Bantam

Copyright © 2008 Rita Mae Brown
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780553803655

Chapter One


Morning light, which looked like thin spun gold, reminded Harry Haristeen why she loved September so much. The light softened, the nights grew crisp, while the days remained warm. This Thursday, September 18, there was only a vague tinge of yellow at the top of the willow trees, which would become a cascade of color by mid-October.

The old 1978 Ford F-150 rumbled along the macadam road. The big engine's sound thrilled Harry. If it had a motor in it, she liked it.

Her two cats, Mrs. Murphy, a tiger, and Pewter, a gray cat, along with her corgi, Tee Tucker, also enjoyed the rumble, which often put them to sleep. Today, all sitting on the bench seat, they were wide awake. A trip to town meant treats and visiting other animals, plus one never knew what would happen.

Harry had just turned forty on August 7, and she declared it didn't faze her. Maybe. Maybe not. Fair, her adored husband, threw a big surprise birthday party and she reveled in being the center of attention, even though it was for entering her Middle Ages. She wore the gorgeous horseshoe ring her husband had bought her at the Shelbyville Horse Show. She wasn't much for display or girly things, but every time she looked down at the glitter, she grinned.

"All right, kids, you behave. You hear me?I don't want you jumping on Tazio's blueprints. No knocking erasers on the floor. No chewing the rubber ends of pencils. Tucker." Harry's voice kept the command tone. "Don't you dare steal Brinkley's bones. I mean it."

The three animals cast their eyes at her, those eyes brimming with love and the promise of obedience.

Tazio Chappars, a young architect in Crozet, won large commissions for public buildings, but she also accepted a healthy string of commissions for beautiful, expensive homes, most paid for by non-Virginians. The houses were too flashy for a blue-blood Virginian. However, Tazio, like all of us in this world, needed to make a living, so if the client wanted a marble-clad bathroom as big as most people's garages, so be it.

As Harry parked, she noticed a brand-new Range Rover in the small lot. Painted a burnt orange, she walked over to admire it.

"Good wheels," she muttered to herself.

Good indeed, but the closest dealer was ninety miles away in Richmond, which somewhat dimmed the appeal. If that didn't do it, the price did.

Before she reached the door, a stream of invective assaulted her ears. When she opened the door, the blast hit her.

"Wormwood! I don't care what it costs and I don't care if termites get in it. I want wormwood!" An extremely well cared for woman in her mid-forties shook colored plans in Tazio's face.

"Mrs. Paulson, I understand. But it's going to slow down the library because it takes months to secure it."

"I don't care. You'll do what I tell you."

Tazio, face darkening, said nothing.

Mrs. Paulson spun around on her bright aqua three-hundred-dollar shoes to glare at Harry. Harry's white T-shirt revealed an ample chest, and her jeans hugged a trim body with a healthy tan. Mrs. Paulson paused for a minute because, even though not of Virginia, she had divined that often the richest people or the ones with the oldest blood wore what to her were migrant-labor fashions. Carla Paulson wouldn't be caught dead in a white T-shirt and Wranglers. She couldn't fathom why Harry would appear in public looking like a farmhand.

She knew Harry in passing, so she switched into "lunch lady" mode.

Tazio stepped around her drafting table. "Mrs. Paulson, you remember Harry Haristeen; her mother was a Hepworth. Her father, a Minor." Tazio knew perfectly well that Mrs. Paulson didn't know the bloodlines, but the simple fact that Tazio recited them meant "important person."

Not that Harry gave a damn.

Extending her hand, radiating a smile, the well-groomed woman purred, "Of course, I remember."

Harry politely took her hand, using the exact amount of pressure all those battleaxes at cotillion drilled into her year after year. "I can see you've hired the most talented architect in the state." She paused. "Love your new wheels."

"Isn't the interior beautiful? Just bought it last week." Carla Paulson brightened. She checked her diamond-encrusted Rolex. "Well, I'll call later for another appointment. Oh, before I forget, Michael McElvoy said he'd be out at the site tomorrow at eleven."

Tazio wanted to say she had an appointment then, which she did, but if one of the county building inspectors was going to be at the construction site, then she'd better be there, too. Michael lived to find fault.

"Fine. I'll be there." Tazio smiled and walked Mrs. Paulson to the door, while Mrs. Murphy and Pewter jumped on the high chair and onto the drafting table. Those pink erasers thrilled the cats. Tazio even had special white square ones that squeaked when bitten.

Brinkley, a young yellow lab rescued by Tazio during a snowstorm at a half-completed building site, chewed his bone. Tucker lay down in front of the wonderful creature and put her head on her paws to stare longingly at the bone.

Once Carla Paulson exited, Tazio exhaled loudly.

"Murphy, Pewter, what did I tell you?" Harry warned.

Murphy batted the square white eraser off the table. Both cats sailed after it.

"Don't worry about it. I have a carton full of them back in the supply closet. In fact, I'll give you one." She took another breath. "That woman is plucking my last nerve. I thought Folly Steinhauser was high maintenance and Penny Lattimore a diva, but Carla is in a class by herself."

"I can see that."

Tazio slyly smiled. "The diamond Rolex watch is so over the top."

"Better to wear plain platinum. Worth more and not showy. In fact, most people think it's steel." Harry leaned on the drafting table. "But if Carla owned a platinum Rolex, she'd have to tell everyone it wasn't steel and ruin it, of course."

"Harry," Tazio laughed, "you're so Virginia."

"Oh, look who's talking."

"I'm from St. Louis, remember."

"Doesn't matter. You mentioned that gaudy watch. I didn't."

Tazio was half Italian, half African-American, and all gorgeous. Her family, prominent in St. Louis, had provided her with the best education as well as a great deal of social poise, since her mother was on every committee imaginable. From the time she was small, her mother had marched her to different parties, balls, fund-raisers.

"I'm worn out, because she keeps changing her mind. Well, I'll grant, she's been consistent about the wormwood, but every time she changes something the cost spirals upward. It's not my money, but you move a window an inch and either Orrie"-she named the head of construction by his nickname-"or I have to call the building inspector. Michael McElvoy, as you heard."

Harry started to giggle. "Lucky you."

"Oh, well, everyone has their problems. You came to pick up the numbers on the different heating systems for St. Luke's. Got 'em." She walked back to her large, polished mahogany desk, about ten feet from the drafting table. Picking up a folder, she said, "Here. Digest it, then let's go over it before the next vestry meeting."

Harry flipped open the folder. "Jeez."

"Lots of choices, and each one has pluses and minuses."

"Herb have a copy?" Harry mentioned the pastor of St. Luke's, Rev. Herb Jones.

"I thought we should put our heads together first. Anyway, he's on overload because of the St. Luke's reunion next month."

The reunion would be Saturday, October 25. Each October, St. Luke's held a gathering of all its members. Many who had moved away from central Virginia returned, so the numbers ran to about three hundred.

"Okay. I'll get right on this. Be nice to have this installed before the reunion, just in case the weather does turn cold."

"With luck the old boiler ought to hold out for another month or two. First frost usually hits us mid-October. We'll make it, I hope. You know, that old furnace is cast iron. A welder will need to dismantle it to get it out of there. That will take days. They don't build things like they used to," Tazio said with a big grin.

Harry finally noticed Tucker. "What did I tell you?"

Tazio walked back to the supply room, returning with a dog treat called a Greenies. She handed it to a grateful Tucker. "Made in Missouri."

"Well, then it has to be good." Harry laughed. "Come on, kids."

"I want the eraser." Mrs. Murphy carried the item in her mouth.

Harry had reached down to pluck it from those jaws when Tazio said, "Keep it. Really. I have a carton."

"Thanks. You spoil my buddies."

"You don't?" An eyebrow arched over one green eye.

"Well . . ."

"If you spoiled Fair like you spoil these three, he'd be fat as a tick." Tazio mentioned Harry's husband, who was six five, all muscle.

"You know, I don't think Fair will ever get fat. For one thing, if he doesn't work it off, he'll worry it off."

"He doesn't strike me as a worrier."

"Maybe not in the traditional sense, but he's always thinking about the future, investigating new technology and medications. His mind never stops."

"Neither does yours. That's why you were made for each other."

"Guess so. All right, madam. I'll get back to you." She paused. "Speaking of made for each other, you and Paul seem to be."

Tazio shrugged and blushed.

Harry opened the door and the three happy friends scooted out ahead of her. She got in the Ford, ran a few errands, then turned west toward the farm. Once down the long driveway, she could see her field of sunflowers, heads straight up to the sun, her quarter acre of Petit Manseng grapes ripening. How perfect.

Chapter Two


One acre of sunflowers towered over another acre of Italian sunflowers, their beautiful heads turned toward the sun. The centers, heavy with seeds, barely moved in the light breeze, which lifted the leaves on the wide, hollow stalks.

Harry pulled the truck alongside the barn, cut the motor, and hopped out. Before returning to her chores, she stood, hands on hips, admiring the rich yellows of the big sunflowers and the subtle greenish white of the Italian variety. A twelve-foot grass swath ran between the sunflower acres and the grapes, pendulous beauties drooping on the vine. Since this was their first year, the grapes would not be picked but allowed to winter on the vine. This would thrill the foxes and birds.

"Come on."

Mrs. Murphy and Tucker followed.

"I need a nap." Pewter hesitated.

"I'm sure you do," Mrs. Murphy agreed.

The tiger's ready reply made Pewter suspicious. Mrs. Murphy and Tucker must be hiding something.
Harry walked along, Tucker alongside her, Mrs. Murphy behind, and Pewter bringing up the rear.

"Thought you wanted a nap," Tucker called over her shoulder.

"Decided I needed the exercise." Pewter's dark-gray fur shone, a sign of her overall health.
As they walked through the sunflower rows, insects buzzing, Harry paused, ran her fingers over a large head, then moved on. "Time for some rain."

A huge fake owl on a stake had thwarted some birds, but the blue jay paid no mind. Consequently, he'd eaten so much over the last month that his speed suffered. A red oak in the pasture next to the sunflower acres provided him with a refuge. He unfurled his topknot once the cats came into view. Lifting off, he circled the party once.

"Pissants."

Pewter glanced up. "Butt ugly."

The jay swooped low, just missing Pewter as he emitted what he'd eaten earlier. Satisfied, he returned to the red oak.

"One day," Pewter grumbled.

"Least it wasn't a direct hit." Tucker tried to look on the bright side. The dog swiveled her large ears, then barked, "Susan."

The cats stopped, turning their heads to listen for the Audi station wagon. It was a quarter mile from the house, but they, too, could hear the motor. Few humans can distinguish the unique sounds each set of tires produce, but for the dog and cats this was as easy as identifying someone wearing squeaky shoes.

As the wagon approached the house, Harry finally heard it and turned to behold an arching plume of dust. "Damn, we really do need rain."

They walked briskly toward the house.

Susan met them halfway. "Hey, sugar."

Sweeping her arm wide, Harry beamed. "Can you believe it?"

Susan stopped, putting her hands on her hips. "Promiscuous in fertility and abundance."

"Worried about rain."

"Me, me, me." Susan bent down to scratch Tucker's ears.

"More."

"Me, too." Pewter rubbed against Susan's leg, so she petted the gray cannonball.

Harry slipped her arm through Susan's as they stood there for a moment admiring the yield. "Agriculture is still the basis of all wealth. Can't have industry or high tech if people can't eat."

Susan nodded. "Course, most people have forgotten that."

Harry smiled as they walked back to the house, the blue jay squawking after them.

As they passed the barn, Simon, the possum, stuck his head out of the open loft barn doors. "Save me some cookies."

Harry and Susan looked up at him, for he was semitame.

"If I don't eat them first." Pewter giggled.

"You need a diet, girl." Mrs. Murphy arched an eyebrow.

"Shut up." Pewter shot in front of everyone to push open the screen, then squeezed through the animal door in the kitchen door.

Once in the kitchen, Harry poured sweet tea and put out some fruit and cheese.

Susan approached the reason for her visit to her best friend. "You're not going to believe this."

"What?" Harry leaned forward.

"Folly Steinhauser pledged to pay for the entire St. Luke's reunion on October twenty-fifth."

"What!"

"She did."

"But she's only attended St. Luke's for two years. I mean, she's only lived here for two years and," Harry thought a moment, "been on the vestry board for one."

"Herb was politically shrewd to call her to the board."

"Well, Susan, if she's going to cough up what will amount to thirty thousand dollars, give or take, I don't wonder."

"He didn't know that originally." Susan closed her eyes in appreciation as she sipped the tea, a sprig of fresh mint from the house garden enlivening the taste. "He was smart because she's a come-here and she knows how to talk to the other come-heres."

"I wasn't aware that one talked to them. I thought, dumb rednecks that we are, we simply listen to their cascade of wisdom."

"Don't be snide."

"All right, then. How about I'm tired of them telling me how they do it up North."

"Harry, they aren't all from the North."

"Oh?"

"Some are from the Midwest."

"That's just as damned bad." Harry burst out laughing.

"You are so prejudiced. Now, shut up and do listen."

"Yes, ma'am." She sighed. "Maybe turning forty has allowed me to enter the realm of crankiness." She raised an eyebrow. "But I will listen to you."

Continues...

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2008

    I had to stop on page 33

    I too am glad I got this from the library instead of buying it. After having read every other book in this series I couldn't even make it past page 33. What began as an exciting mystery series with a lovable cast of characters has turned into the author's political agenda with a weak storyline on the side. I thought I was sitting down with another murder mystery not pro-abortion propaganda. When abortion came up at a vestry meeting that was enough for me. Even if you are pro-choice you will find the pages of abortion dialogue nauseating and over the top.

    6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 7, 2008

    Politics

    I have read Rita Mae Brown's books for many years. Always loved them and looked forward to the next one. Until this one. I stopped at Page 54......she started bashing the present administration ('Karl Rove and Company') That is not necessary to tell a good story like you usually do, Rita!! Sorry...but if she wants to write political bashing stories....I will skip buying those books. Sorry about this. Always enjoyed her humor and good mysteries in the past.

    6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted April 6, 2011

    Worst book I ever read!

    Read all the reviews of the people who gave this one star! This book is very political and definitely liberal leaning, from abortion (the ongoing theme) to global warming to Carl Rove. It was hard to get past that to get into the story itself. The only good thing I have to say is that the illustrations are very well done, and very cute. This is the first book I have read by Rita Mae Brown, and definitely the last. Too bad, because mysteries are usually my favorite! If you want to read good books including the cat theme, try Lilian Jackson Braun's "The Cat Who..." series.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 20, 2010

    Rita Mae Brown's Purrfect Murder

    I have read many of Rita Mae Brown's murder mystries over the years. Her mystery Purrfect Murder was a message for abortion. The plot line was terrible and her desire to blast Christians made it a very bad read. I have enjoyed her books upto now, but now that she is pushing her political views through a work of fiction, I will drop her from Authors I want to read. Don't waste your money on this propaganda piece. It's poorly written and spends all its time defending abortion. Pass on this left wing book. I liked her better when she kept her political views to herself. I have had several other mystery readers share their disdain of this book.

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted February 12, 2009

    Not good

    I have read all the books in this series and this one to put it mildly "Totally Sucked"! We want mysteries, not personal agendas. It basically was a book about abortion. I know the writer is against it and I still don't care!!! What happened to her? She started this series off with a bang and now I'm not sure if I'll ever read another one of her books. Sad day for what used to be a good writer. I'd skip it if I were you. Not worth reading for any reason!

    4 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2011

    Way too much "politics" for me

    I have read about 50 pages and am already sick of the political slant of the book. I like to read to escape, not rehash the evening news. Love this series, but really dislike this book.

    3 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 19, 2010

    Regional Escapism, Universal Truths

    What makes this novel a treat to read is the author's delight in the regionalism of rural Virginia and the characteristics of the "characters" inhabiting Crozet. The novel unbashedly tackles concerns that are important to a changing United States, issues like homosexuality, the incursion of big box homogenity into rural communities, and the importance of diversity and acceptance. Crozet, and its inhabitants, act as a microcosm of controversal issues debated in communities today. What I love about Brown is her skill in reminding the reader that issues have real people behind them, with real feelings, lives, etc. The message to love the person even if you don't agree with life choices overrides all petty concerns. The mystery, while entertaining, is pretty weak; however, I encourage readers to look more deeply into the nuances of what it means to be a citizen in an increasingly pluralistic society.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted March 30, 2013

    Sneaky Pie writes again! Another fun read

    Ms. Brown once again has entertained with the characters of Crozet WV. I thoroughly enjoyed the book, but unfortunately this series has become a rote format. Nothing new, nothing exciting, but if you're a fan of the animals go for it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 8, 2013

    Willowleaf

    "Hello? Maplejay? Blood? Firebird?" ~Willowleaf

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2013

    Maplejay

    (Willowleaf? My nook is messing up a lot. Can you tell Windstar that I'm having problems posting and that I might become inactive?)


    •Maplejay•••

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 2, 2012

    Windwing

    He watched the waterfall, and not seeng bears, pads forward. He watches the edge of the water until two salmon pop out at the same times. He slaps them onto the bank and waits for them to die. He then carries the two big salmon to camp. Before leaving, he turned around and saw two black bears and ran away with the prey.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted December 30, 2012

    A waterfall

    The stream gets faster and faster, bigger and bigger, huge pink salmon swim upstream, trying to fight the current. There is always at least one bear hanging around, trying to catch their meal. They would kill anything, and may eat it too....

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 25, 2012

    Ocelot

    The hungry ocelot scented the air. It took her while, but she finaly pinpointed the groundhogs. She found them and pounced on one. The other's escaped, but she caught one, sqeaking under her paws. She quickly bit its neck and dragged its limp body away to eat.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2012

    Whitestar

    "Why is Darkshaft important? Is he... Is he your father?" ~Questioning Whitestar

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 5, 2012

    Greenleaf

    "N.. no." He meowed. "He's my... friend. And well, I thought he was, err, dead. And Braveheart said he had seen a russet furred tom, and, well, I knew it had to be Darkshaft."
    • Greenleaf

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 25, 2012

    Fun Read

    What can I say? Tucker, Mrs Murphy and Pewter did it again. Just another good, fun and who done it read.

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  • Posted May 18, 2010

    This is a great series.

    I have read all of Rita Mae Brown's Mrs. Murphy series books and I love them all. I adore the animals and their antics. I really like the writing style of this author and the unique plots she comes up with.

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  • Posted December 26, 2009

    Mrs Murphy does it again!

    I love this series! Mrs. Murphy always manages to get Harry out of some kind of spine tingling mishap. I was enthralled from start to finish!

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  • Posted October 26, 2009

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    This Cat has Tales!

    Sneaky Pie Brown sure can write! As one who is owned by two felines, I love to read about the comings and goings in Crozet, VA.. Harry and her animals, Mrs. Murphy,Tee Tucker and Pewter work together to solve any murder that Harry seems to trip over, quite frequently. All of the characters in this series have such interesting personalities that I can't wait for a new book to come out.

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  • Posted June 16, 2009

    Another exciting event in Crozet

    This town must have the highest crime rate in the world and is still a lovely place to live. You keep meeting all your favorite characters from the previous books in this very compelling story, where even the animals have insightful converstions. Could not stop reading. Waiting for the next murder mystery....

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