Middle-aged artist-come-investigator Libby Sarjeant can't ever seem to have a quiet moment. Her son, Adam, has uncovered a body with in Creekmarsh Place, where he is working as a gardener for TV personality Lewis Osbourne-Walker.
The police seem to think there is no connection with the current owner but Libby, naturally, can’t just leave it at that. With her psychic friend Fran’s mind on other things, Libby has to go it alone.
A murder in London inspires the police to dig deeper and Libby, determined to help her new friend Lewis, stirs up more trouble.
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'HEY, MA, GUESS WHAT?' Adam's voice was jubilant.
'Hello, darling,' said Libby Sarjeant. 'What's happened?'
'I found a body!'
Libby's stomach seemed to roll over and her legs felt suddenly icy. She sat down abruptly.
'A body?' she said.
'I knew you'd be interested,' said Adam. 'I told Mog you would be.'
'The bloke I'm working with. I told you. Don't you remember?'
Libby racked her brain. 'Vaguely,' she admitted. 'What body?'
'A skeleton,' said Adam, his excitement clearly audible. 'Or part of one, anyway. A skull and a few bones, although I think they've found a bit more now.'
'They? The police?'
'Yeah. They've been here all day.'
'So where are you?'
Adam sighed in obvious exasperation. 'Oh, Ma, don't you ever listen? Creekmarsh Place.'
'Oh, yes!' Libby got up from the stair she was sitting on and carried the phone into the sitting room, where she turfed Sidney the silver tabby off the cane sofa. 'Gardening for some famous person.'
'Not gardening exactly, more redesigning,' corrected Adam. 'Mog's a designer.'
'This is his first big commission, and I'm helping him.' Adam sounded proud.
'But you're not a gardener,' said Libby. 'I've never even persuaded you to mow the lawn.'
'Thanks, Ma. I thought you'd be pleased.'
'Sorry, darling, of course I am, but you've just graduated with a sociology degree.'
'Not just, Ma. Last bloody year, and I still haven't got a job. I told you, Mog asked if I'd like to give him a hand with this, as it's big and there's a whole load of clearing to be done.'
'And Mog is …?'
'That mate of Dom's who used to be an accountant. Lives in Canterbury.'
'Oh, right, I remember.' Libby felt she was shaking off the onset of senile dementia. 'He married that nice girl Fiona, didn't he?'
'Now you've got it,' said Adam. 'And he went back to college to learn how to be a garden designer and now that's what he does. When he can.'
'When he can?'
'There isn't so much work around now, despite the fact that people still love the gardening programmes on TV.'
'No, I suppose not,' said Libby. 'More people are digging up the flowers and planting vegetables, aren't they?'
'Exactly,' said Adam. 'But this job is fantastic and could put Mog on the map.'
'Creekmarsh Place? Where is it?'
'Aha! Bit of a secret destination,' said Adam. 'Never heard of Creekmarsh?'
'No,' said Libby.
'It's just along the coast from Nethergate before the marshes begin.'
'Where the Wytch comes out?'
'That's it. It's actually on the banks of the Wytch.
Table of Contents
Chapter One: 1
Chapter Two: 10
Chapter Three: 19
Chapter Four: 29
Chapter Five: 39
Chapter Six: 47
Chapter Seven: 57
Chapter Eight: 69
Chapter Nine: 77
Chapter Ten: 84
Chapter Eleven: 94
Chapter Twelve: 104
Chapter Thirteen: 113
Chapter Fourteen: 122
Chapter Fifteen: 131
Chapter Sixteen: 138
Chapter Seventeen: 147
Chapter Eighteen: 155
Chapter Nineteen: 164
Chapter Twenty: 175
Chapter Twenty One: 183
Chapter Twenty Two: 192
Chapter Twenty Three: 200
Chapter Twenty Four: 209
Chapter Twenty Five: 218
Chapter Twenty Six: 227
Chapter Twenty Seven: 239
Chapter Twenty Eight: 249
Chapter Twenty Nine: 258
Chapter Thirty: 267
Chapter Thirty One: 277
Chapter Thirty Two: 290
Chapter Thirty Three: 303
Chapter Thirty Four: 314
Chapter Thirty Five: 321
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Terrific British cozy mystery series! The author does a wonderful job of weaving together more than one mystery in each book. We are also treated to story lines that advance the characters in every book. Read this well written, delightful series in order. No sex, no violence, minimal swearing.