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Cherringham - Snowblind

E-BookEPUB0 - No protectionE-Book
80 Seiten
Englisch
Bastei Lübbeerschienen am03.07.20141. Aufl. 2014
One of the worst blizzards in years hits Cherringham, cutting off the village from the rest of the world. Just outside of town, Broadmead Grange is a struggling retirement home, housed in a gothic mansion behind towering walls. One of the home's residents, poor old Archy, becomes Cherringham's latest victim after he loses himself amongst the snow drifts. Did Archy really just fall victim to the elements, or was there foul play involved? Jack and Sarah take on the case to dig up the truth.

Cherringham is a serial novel à la Charles Dickens, with a new mystery thriller released each month. Set in the sleepy English village of Cherringham, the detective series brings together an unlikely sleuthing duo: English web designer Sarah and American ex-cop Jack. Thrilling and deadly - but with a spot of tea - it's like Rosamunde Pilcher meets Inspector Barnaby. Each of the self-contained episodes is a quick read for the morning commute, while waiting for the doctor, or when curling up with a hot cuppa.
For fans of Agatha Christie's Miss Marple series, Lilian Jackson Braun's The Cat Who series, Caroline Graham's Midsomer Murders, and the American TV series Murder She Wrote, starring Angela Lansbury.
Co-authors Neil Richards(based in the UK) and Matthew Costello (based in the US), are known for their script work on major computer games. The Cherringham crime series is their first fictional transatlantic collaboration.mehr

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KlappentextOne of the worst blizzards in years hits Cherringham, cutting off the village from the rest of the world. Just outside of town, Broadmead Grange is a struggling retirement home, housed in a gothic mansion behind towering walls. One of the home's residents, poor old Archy, becomes Cherringham's latest victim after he loses himself amongst the snow drifts. Did Archy really just fall victim to the elements, or was there foul play involved? Jack and Sarah take on the case to dig up the truth.

Cherringham is a serial novel à la Charles Dickens, with a new mystery thriller released each month. Set in the sleepy English village of Cherringham, the detective series brings together an unlikely sleuthing duo: English web designer Sarah and American ex-cop Jack. Thrilling and deadly - but with a spot of tea - it's like Rosamunde Pilcher meets Inspector Barnaby. Each of the self-contained episodes is a quick read for the morning commute, while waiting for the doctor, or when curling up with a hot cuppa.
For fans of Agatha Christie's Miss Marple series, Lilian Jackson Braun's The Cat Who series, Caroline Graham's Midsomer Murders, and the American TV series Murder She Wrote, starring Angela Lansbury.
Co-authors Neil Richards(based in the UK) and Matthew Costello (based in the US), are known for their script work on major computer games. The Cherringham crime series is their first fictional transatlantic collaboration.
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Weitere ISBN/GTIN9783838748405
ProduktartE-Book
EinbandartE-Book
FormatEPUB
Format Hinweis0 - No protection
FormatFormat mit automatischem Seitenumbruch (reflowable)
Erscheinungsjahr2014
Erscheinungsdatum03.07.2014
Auflage1. Aufl. 2014
ReiheCherringham: Mystery Shorts
Reihen-Nr.8
Seiten80 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
Artikel-Nr.2271681
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Genre9200

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4. The Morning After

Sarah inspected Daniel, about to brave the world of snow outside.

"I don't think," she said with a grin, "that I've ever seen you wearing so many layers."

He had his puffa jacket zipped tight. Worn only once last winter, and on his head a knitted cap yanked down low. Two pairs of trousers and hiking boots, with thick socks pulled up over the bottoms of his trousers.

"I do feel a bit like the Michelin man," Daniel said grinning.

He turned to the back door, the windows glistening with morning sun.

She laughed at that. "Don't stay out there too long, it's still really cold."

Her very own Michelin boy nodded. "Going to see if I can build a fort out of the stuff. Maybe even tunnels!"

"An engineering project. Fantastic. And I'll make sure that there's hot chocolate waiting for you when you take a break."

And with that, she opened the door, and Daniel went out into what was once a small garden but now resembled an ice flow bobbing away from Antarctica.

She held the door open only a second, seeing Daniel grab his fort-building tool - a seldom-used snow shovel - and then start trudging into the feet-high snow.

Now so deep, she saw, that he could barely get his feet up and over to take a step.

They promised a blizzard, and they delivered.

She shut the door tight, still checking on her son loving this snow in only the way that a young boy could.

Which is when Chloe came into the kitchen.

"Mum …"

From her tone, the princess wasn't especially happy.

"Morning, Chloe."

"All this yucky snow. You think it will be gone in time for Lucy's party this weekend?"

Sarah glanced at the back door's window. "Don't know, Chloe. There's a lot of snow out there. And I don't know what the roads are like. I think you're just going to have to wait and see."

Chloe came to the windows and looked out. "Stupid stuff. Like we live in Canada or something."

Sarah came to stand next to her daughter. "It's kind of pretty though, don't you think? Now that the sun's out. That blue sky. The way-"

Chloe pulled away, and walked to the cupboard.

Guess my poetic descriptions were falling on deaf ears, Sarah thought.

And amazing how different the two children were. Daniel having an amazing morning piling up the snow, tunnelling. Acting like a miniature Inuit constructing his winter quarters.

And Chloe, pouring out a bowl of cereal, fretting about the big birthday party this weekend.

But then - Sarah thought - at her age with a party ahead - she'd probably feel exactly the same way.

So, she came away from the door, went for another cup of coffee, and then sat down with her daughter.

Thinking: it's just good to be here, sitting together. Safe, warm … and as much of a family as I can make on my own.

"No boy, 'fraid you're going to have to stay here."

The snowdrifts outside would swallow Riley, and Jack planned on doing a big walk.

If the amount of snow was any indication, then Cherringham was probably "closed for business". And though he had checked in on Sarah last night, he woke up with the idea of hiking over to her place, pop in, see how they were getting on.

Guessing that there was really no need. But somehow … it seemed like the thing to do.

He had to dig around for a thick scarf, and his heavy gloves … winter stuff that he really hadn't used since leaving New York.

Always was a great moment when spring seemed to finally come, and you packed away the gloves, the scarves, and the hats. Banished the shovel to the basement.

And hoped that nature had no surprises.

He checked that his phone was fully charged.

Then he went to the steps that led up to the door out of the Grey Goose, and out to the snow-covered plank.

And he began his adventurous hike…

He guessed that there had been nearly two feet of snow.

Amazing.

Really never thought he'd see that here. And where the wind blew, some heaves rose over three feet.

So - going was slow.

Taking a measured pace as he stepped one foot in front of the other carefully. As he trudged, he thought of great Antarctic explorers, a subject that always fascinated him. Scott, Amundsen, the amazing Shackleton! How they faced the cold, the ice doing exactly what he was doing here. One step at a time. Then another.

Of course, the wind here wasn't quite so bad. And the sun made the blizzard's aftermath look more magical than threatening.

He wanted to walk through Cherringham - that would be a sight to see. But first he'd take a dogleg around to Sarah's.

Just nip in.

Then to the village centre. Hopefully, as he hit some of the roads he'd find ploughed areas, and walking would be easy.

He thought of calling her, alerting them … but no. Wanted this to seem casual - and not the old guy who maybe worried too much about his new friends.

When he passed the weir and crossed over the river on the small bridge, he saw that the road here indeed had been recently ploughed. But already the wind had blown some of that snow back.

The main route up to Cherringham was deserted, and walking on the road reminded him of last night.

The guy he almost hit.

He wondered whether Alan had been able to learn anything. What happened, the mystery of that figure … it just wouldn't go away.

Half way up the road, he took a turn to the right to where Sarah lived. People were out shovelling in front of some of the houses. They all paused, and gave him a wave.

The camaraderie of the snowbound!

The primary school was just ahead … very quiet there with everyone on a snow day. And just a couple of roads further up, Sarah's house.

Maybe he and Daniel could do some shovelling together, he thought. Make sure there were paths to the car, the street. At least get her Rav-4 cleared of snow.

For a moment, he had the thought that maybe he was being - what would they call him in Bay Ridge? - a nudge.

But no. He knew Sarah too well - she'd never think that of him. And maybe, he thought, she'd have some idea this morning of where that guy came from last night.

And soon he saw her house, and could even spot Daniel in the back throwing up great shovelfuls of snow.

And didn't that look like fun …

"Time for your reward, boys," said Sarah, putting down the tray of tea and bacon sandwiches on the doorstep. "You know you've been out here for nearly an hour?"

She watched as Jack and Daniel leaned their shovels against the garden fence, shook the snow off their jackets, peeled off their gloves and came down the cleared path to the front door.

"No better way to get warm on a winter's day, isn't that right Daniel?" said Jack, fist bumping Daniel and getting a big grin in return.

Sarah watched her son and felt proud of him; his readiness to get stuck in. She could see that Jack too was in his element, working alongside Daniel, teaching him how to pile the snow on each side of the path …

Like a dad, she thought.

As she looked around the front garden of her little house she was impressed by what they'd achieved.

Not just the path clear - but the pavement too, almost as far as the corner of the road. And her car - which this morning had just been a buried shape - now looked ready to go.

"Jack says if we get another dump of snow later, it'll be easier to clear now we've done this," said Daniel, reaching for a bacon sandwich.

"If?" said Jack, grabbing a sandwich too. "More a question of when, if this morning's forecast was anything to go by."

Sarah handed him his tea.

"They said just now on the radio to expect more," said Sarah.

"Brilliant!" said Daniel. "Everyone's up at Winsham Hill, Mum, can I take the toboggan?"

"If you can find it," said Sarah. "Last time I looked, it was at the back of the shed."

"Are we finished, Jack?" said Daniel.

"Sure, Daniel," said Jack. "Nice work by the way - I think your neighbours will appreciate it."

Sarah watched Daniel disappear round the side of the house in search of his toboggan, then turned back to Jack.

"First-name terms now, Jack?"

"He's a good kid. Seems crazy him calling me Mr. Brennan."

"I don't see the car - did you walk up?"

"Sure. Best way to see the village, day like this."

"Must be pretty up there - I've been sorting the house all morning."

"Shut the office, huh?"

"Not worth opening," she said. "And I can do anything important on my laptop here."

"Hey," said Jack. "You can't work on a snow day!"

"I wish," she said. "But stuff'll pile up if I don't."

"So let it pile up. Hey - we could take...
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