Dying Art

Dying Art

by Shirley Wells

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Portrait of a mystery

Dylan Scott vowed never to return to the dreary town of Dawson's Clough. But one visit from a beautiful ex-lover and he's back in Lancashire, investigating a possible murder. The police think Prue Murphy died during a burglary gone wrong, but her sister isn't so sure—and neither is Dylan. After all, the killer overlooked the only valuable thing in Prue's flat.

So who could have wanted the quirky young woman dead, and why? Dylan's search for answers takes him to France, where he discovers Prue's family didn't know her as well as they thought they did. And the more he digs, the more secrets he unearths—secrets someone would kill to keep buried…

83,000 words

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9781426894602
Publisher: Carina Press
Publication date: 11/12/2012
Series: A Dylan Scott Mystery , #5
Format: NOOK Book
Sales rank: 287,095
File size: 785 KB

About the Author


Shirley was born in the Cotswolds and lived in places as diverse as Cyprus and the remote Orkney island of Hoy before settling in Lancashire where the Pennines provide the inspiration for her mysteries. When she isn't writing or walking with her dogs, Shirley loves reading, photography, listening to music and drinking wine. She’s also a season ticket holder at Burnley Football Club. Find Shirley at www.shirleywells.com

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Dylan was a lot of things but, unfortunately, in demand wasn't one of them. So when his office phone trilled out for the first time in three days, his list of possible callers was topped by salesman. Client didn't even make the top ten.

He picked it up. "Hello?"

"You've got a customer." Tracy's words were punctuated by the clack of the gum she was constantly chewing. She always looked and sounded bored out of her skull. Magazines crammed with lies about celebrities littered the reception desk on the ground floor where she worked and, occasionally, she'd flick through them. One afternoon, Dylan had seen her polishing her nails. Usually, though, she was like a corpse. "She's on her way up."

"Does she have a name?"

"I didn't ask."

"Okay. Thanks, Tracy."

"You're welcome." Another clack of gum and the phone was dead.

A client would be more than welcome, but he wasn't raising his hopes. Even if this woman was here on business, she'd probably want him to snoop on her two-timing spouse. He wasn't desperate enough to sink to surveillance work. Yet.

The click of heels on the stairs alerted him to her imminent arrival. He took a couple of files from his desk drawer to give the impression he was busy, left his desk and walked to the door.

He had it open when she reached it. There was something familiar about the short blond hair, the tall willowy figure dressed in a clinging black skirt and jacket—

"Dylan!" She lunged forward, threw her arms around his neck, nuzzled her face against his and croaked something he didn't catch.

He let go of the door and it crashed against his elbow. Shit! That hurt.

He leaned back to look at her, so far back that he was in danger of losing his balance. "Maddie?"

Madeleine Murphy. The girl with the crazy name and the legs that went on forever. The most stunningly beautiful woman he'd ever had the pleasure of sleeping with. The euphemism mocked him. Sleep was about the only thing they hadn't done together.

"I'm so glad I found you, Dylan."

"Madeleine—" He guessed the last person to call her Madeleine had been the vicar who christened her. It sounded forced. Foolish. He cleared his throat and tried to inject a brisk businesslike tone to his voice. Why he needed to sound businesslike, he had no idea. He just did. "Well, Maddie, it's good to see you."

"You too. It's been far too long." She clung even tighter. Her perfume smelled of fruit—apple or lemon. Or maybe flowers. "I wondered if you'd remember me."

No one who'd enjoyed a relationship with Maddie would forget her in a hurry. She'd changed, but who hadn't? She'd always been reed-thin, probably too thin, but her face hadn't been this pale. There was no sign of the vibrancy he remembered.

"Of course I remember you." He pushed the memories away and tried to move out of her embrace.

"You look well," she said, holding both his hands and running her appraising gaze from the top of his head to the tips of his shoes. Before he could comment, she put a hand against his midriff. "And you've still got the six-pack."

A smile curved his lips and he was pleased he'd sucked in a breath. Even though her touch had been brief, he could still feel the warm imprint of her hand through his shirt.

He was a practising atheist but, that morning, he'd asked any superior beings who might be listening if he could, just for once, have a good day. Perhaps someone had been paying attention after all.

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Dying Art 5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 2 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Great series!
arlenadean More than 1 year ago
By: Shirley Wells Published By: Carina Press Age Recommended: Adult Reviewed By: Arlena Dean Rating: 5 Book Blog For: GMTA Series A Dylan Scott Mystery #5 Review: "Dying Art" by Shirley Wells is the fifth in a series: A Dylan Scott Mystery. I did enjoyed this fast moving read. We find that a private investigator, named Dylan has been called to look at the circumstances of a young woman named Prue. With the police deciding that this was just a burglar who would want to kill this girl? Se was loved by all and made a living selling jewelry. With some investigating done by Dylan of this complicated plot, "it became clear this this girl had a far more interesting private life and troubled family than anyone had assumed." With that being said I will now say you must pick up this read "Dying Art" to get the rest because there will be more bodies to count in all the twist and turns of this read. I liked the way this author had the characters...from the flawed police turned private detective, Dylan's hippy mother, but for the most part all were well developed and even colorful...even the vintage car. You will be kept guessing until the end and I mean almost the last page. I thought I know but how mistaken I was. If you are looking for a good mystery read then I would recommend Dylan Scott Mysteries and especially this one for its gives 'the personal side of Dylan and his family add depth and warmth, just enough to enjoy Dylan, but never too much to turn the mystery into a drama.' Would I recommend this novel? YES!