This Old Souse (Bed-and-Breakfast Series #20)

This Old Souse (Bed-and-Breakfast Series #20)

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by Mary Daheim

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USA Today bestselling mystery maven Mary Daheim brings us another intriguing tale in her cherished Bed-and-Breakfast mystery series in which a trip down memory lane brings Judith and Renie back to their old neighbourhood, and they are drawn to a seemingly deserted house that is much more than meets the eye.

On a trip to Renie's old neighbourhood, the

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USA Today bestselling mystery maven Mary Daheim brings us another intriguing tale in her cherished Bed-and-Breakfast mystery series in which a trip down memory lane brings Judith and Renie back to their old neighbourhood, and they are drawn to a seemingly deserted house that is much more than meets the eye.

On a trip to Renie's old neighbourhood, the cousins' curiosity is piqued by a mysterious brick Tudor house that always looked deserted during Renie's junior high school days. Surprised that the house still looks abandoned after all these years, Judith and Renie, of course, cannot resist an opportunity to snoop around. They discover that Mr. and Mrs. Bland have lived in the house since 1947, and after cornering the mailman and milkman, Judith and Renie also learn that the Blands receive regular mail and food deliveries, but no one has ever seen the occupants who simply pay the bills with cash they leave in the milk box. Although intrigued by these strange, but definitely not sinister, occurrences, Judith is ready to focus her attention once more on her neglected husband Joe and the busy B&B business. Until one day Judith finds a dead body in the trunk of her car. And it's the Blands' milkman...



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Editorial Reviews
The Barnes & Noble Review
Mary Daheim adds another clever cozy to her bestselling Bed-and-Breakfast mystery series as B&B owner Judith Flynn investigates the clues in the case of This Old Souse. Some people always find a parking spot. Others never have to wait for a table. Judith Flynn finds bodies. Even the most innocent of outings -- in this case a visit to a spooky old house that has fascinated her cousin Renie Jones since childhood -- quickly becomes an opportunity to discover a corpse.

The house is said to have been occupied since just after WWII by a family called Bland, but they are rarely seen. When a few questions to the UPS man reveals that once a year a package is delivered from Germany, the incurably curious cousins can't resist asking the milkman for a few more details -- any details -- about the family. Shortly after that, the milkman turns up dead in Judith's car…and the chase is on. Whenever she can steal time from her eccentric mother, her B&B, and her son, who has recently turned up with his toddlers in tow and the depressing news that he and his wife are "giving up" on their marriage, the intrepid sleuth is on the trail. As she unearths more and more about the Bland clan, she finds tantalizing clues about a hidden hoard…and the search leads her into deadly danger. Sue Stone

Publishers Weekly
In Mary Daheim's This Old Souse: A Bed-and-Breakfast Mystery, the 20th entry in this popular cozy series (Suture Yourself, etc.), B&B proprietor Judith Flynn joins cousin Renie in scouting an old Seattle house inhabited by the reclusive Bland family. When a corpse turns up in the trunk of Judith's car, it proves to be that of the Blands' milkman. A thin, improbable plot, vague characterization and a myriad of irrelevant detail won't deter Daheim's many fans. Agent, Maureen Moran. Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Cousins Judith Flynn and Serena "Renie" Jones (Hocus Croakus) decide to investigate a seemingly long abandoned Spanish-style house in Remie's neighborhood. Judith can't afford much time away from remodeling her successful bed-and-breakfast or catering to her cantankerous, script-writing mother. But when a body connected to the house is discovered in her car trunk, time truly becomes of the essence. The two aging sleuths use a host of contacts, still attempting to meet the owners of the house. The "queen of the cozies" again features sprightly characters, seamless prose, and winning dialog: fans will snap up. Daheim lives in Seattle. [See Mystery Prepub Alert, LJ 4/1/04.] Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.

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This Old Souse
A Bed-and-Breakfast Mystery

Chapter One

Judith McMonigle Flynn hurried to answer the front door, took one look at the hideous drooling green creature on the porch, and screamed. Panicking, she slammed the door and leaned against it. The thing was six feet tall, with gaping holes for eyes, viscous green scales, and sharp yellow fangs. Judith was so shaken that she couldn't move to call 911.

"Hey!" shouted a voice from outside. "Open up! It's me! Renie!"

Judith held a hand to her racing heart. Renie, along with other family members and friends, always used the back door. The front was reserved for guests at Hillside Manor. "Coz?" Judith croaked, and slowly turned to open the door just a crack. There, next to the gruesome green creature, stood Serena Jones, more familiarly known to her family as Renie.

"Did SuperGerm scare you?" Renie asked, brown eyes wide.

"Good grief." Judith wilted against the doorframe. "I thought I was going to have a heart attack. What is that awful thing?"

"I guess I shouldn't have stood behind it," Renie said, looking apologetic. "I would've gone to the back door, but this guy is kind of awkward to carry around." She gave the creature a pat on one of its long, scaly arms. "It's just a cutout. I created it for the county board of health's antigerm campaign. Garth Doyle made this model in his studio. The county will put posters of SuperGerm in all public restrooms to remind people to wash up."

"I'm about washed-up after that," Judith said, regaining some of her aplomb. "How about getting that thing off the front porch? It's not good advertising for a B&B."

"Hmm." Renie examined the cutout from stem to stern. "Probably not. But don't you think it's good advertising for hygiene?"

"Yes, fine, super," Judith retorted. "Now put it back in your car before you come inside."

Renie, who was on the small side, struggled a bit as she carted SuperGerm off to her car, which was parked in Hillside Manor's driveway. Waiting on the porch, Judith surveyed the cul-de-sac. Just three days away from the start of summer, the spring shrubs, trees, and bulbs had faded away. The grass was green, the leaves were glossy, and some of the roses were in full bloom. But the sky was overcast, the temperature lingered in the midfifties, and there was a 40 percent chance of rain. It was, Judith knew, a typical June day in the Pacific Northwest.

"All gone," Renie announced, bounding up the steps. "I could use some strong drink. You got any Pepsi?"

Judith nodded. "I just got back from Falstaff's Grocery. I have a full house tonight, so I had to fill the larder. Now that school's out, the B&B reservations are pouring in. I'm pretty well booked up through early August."

"That's great," Renie said, sitting down at the kitchen table. "I'm not so busy. Summer's always a slow time in the graphic design business. Everybody goes on vacation. Good for you, bad for me."

Judith took a can of Pepsi and a diet 7UP out of the refrigerator. Even after more than a year, she was still delighted with the renovations -- particularly in the kitchen -- that had been made following a disastrous fire almost two years earlier.

"Say," Renie said as Judith joined her at the table, "have you got time to take a little ride with me?"

Judith frowned at her cousin. "And with SuperGerm?"

"Well ... " Renie took a deep drink before finishing her reply. "Yes, actually. I have to drop him off at Garth's. He needs some fine-tuning. SuperGerm, I mean, not Garth."

Judith looked skeptical. "And why would I want to help chauffeur SuperGerm to Garth's studio?"

Renie reached into the sheep-shaped jar on the table and filched three oatmeal raisin cookies. "Booyoommerthathouthnmoo fle?" she inquired with her mouth full.

Judith was accustomed to her cousin's voracious appetite; she had also grown adept at translating Renie's food-marred speech. "The house on Moonfleet Street? Sort of. Why?"


"Oh." Judith nodded. "You've always been obsessed with that place, ever since you were a kid. What about it?"

Renie finally swallowed. "Garth lives in my old neighborhood, about four blocks from that house. As you may recall, it's Spanish-style architecture, very unusual for this part of the world."

"I recall." Judith turned as her cleaning woman, Phyliss Rackley, stomped into the kitchen carrying two black plastic bags. Upon seeing Renie, she stopped and glared.

"You," Phyliss breathed. "Don't start in on me with your Romish ways."

"Bite me," Renie snapped.

Phyliss kneaded the plastic bags with her skinny fingers. "False gods. Painted idols. Craven images."

"Funny," Renie remarked, about to pop another cookie into her mouth. "I thought they were graven images."

"You're a blasphemer," Phyliss declared, pronouncing the word as if it were "blass-FEMUR." She turned to Judith and shook the black bags. "I don't like giving these to the St. Vincent de Paul. What's wrong with the Salvation Army?"

"Nothing," Judith replied, ignoring the long-standing religious animosity between Renie and Phyliss. "I'm the one who's giving that stuff away, and it'll go to whichever charity calls first. For now, I want those bags out on the back porch. They're cluttering up the second-floor hall."

With one last dark look for Renie, Phyliss proceeded down the narrow hallway to the porch.

"The pope has spies everywhere," Renie called after the cleaning woman. "Better check the recycling bin, Phyliss." Judith shook her head. "I never bait Phyliss the way you do," she admonished Renie. "I don't rile her. She's too good at her job."

"I didn't start it this time," Renie responded.

"You didn't need to," Judith said. "You've done it often enough in the past. Which," she went on as Phyliss returned from the porch and headed down the basement stairs, "brings us back to the house on Moonfleet."

This Old Souse
A Bed-and-Breakfast Mystery
. Copyright © by Mary Daheim. Reprinted by permission of HarperCollins Publishers, Inc. All rights reserved. Available now wherever books are sold.

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Meet the Author

Mary Richardson Daheim is a Seattle native with a communications degree from the University of Washington. Realizing at an early age that getting published in books with real covers might elude her for years, she worked on daily newspapers and in public relations to help avoid her creditors. She lives in her hometown in a century-old house not unlike Hillside Manor, except for the body count. Daheim is also the author of the Alpine mystery series, the mother of three daughters, and has three grandchildren.

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