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Cherringham - Cliffhanger

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130 Seiten
Englisch
Bastei Entertainmenterschienen am29.03.20191. Aufl. 2019
When a hiker falls from a cliff edge while walking the Cotswolds Way, it seems like no accident. The more Jack and Sarah investigate the walkers on the trail that day, the more likely it seems that danger is still afoot. Is there a potential killer in this Cherringham tour group? And when will he or she strike again?

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.
Co-authors Neil Richards (based in the UK) and Matthew Costello (based in the US), have been writing together since the mid 90's, creating content and working on projects for the BBC, Disney Channel, Sony, ABC, Eidos, and Nintendo to name but a few. Their transatlantic collaboration has underpinned scores of TV drama scripts, computer games, radio shows, and - most recently - the successful crime fiction series Cherringham.



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KlappentextWhen a hiker falls from a cliff edge while walking the Cotswolds Way, it seems like no accident. The more Jack and Sarah investigate the walkers on the trail that day, the more likely it seems that danger is still afoot. Is there a potential killer in this Cherringham tour group? And when will he or she strike again?

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.
Co-authors Neil Richards (based in the UK) and Matthew Costello (based in the US), have been writing together since the mid 90's, creating content and working on projects for the BBC, Disney Channel, Sony, ABC, Eidos, and Nintendo to name but a few. Their transatlantic collaboration has underpinned scores of TV drama scripts, computer games, radio shows, and - most recently - the successful crime fiction series Cherringham.



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Weitere ISBN/GTIN9783732553112
ProduktartE-Book
EinbandartE-Book
FormatEPUB
Format Hinweis0 - No protection
FormatFormat mit automatischem Seitenumbruch (reflowable)
Erscheinungsjahr2019
Erscheinungsdatum29.03.2019
Auflage1. Aufl. 2019
ReiheCherringham: Mystery Shorts
Reihen-Nr.33
Seiten130 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
Artikel-Nr.4170774
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Genre9200

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1. A Jolly Day Out

Will Goodchild pulled up in his eight-seater minibus right outside Huffington´s, and checked his watch: 07:58 precisely.

He waited before turning the engine off - the day´s weather forecast was just finishing on the radio. He listened carefully while scanning the sky for signs. So far so good - deep blue sky and light wind.

But he knew that his whole schedule for the day depended on clement weather.

And most of the Midlands can expect sunny intervals with just the odd chance of a shower later...

Perfect! he thought, turning off the engine. Nothing there to dampen the enthusiasm of my little band of walkers, for sure.

He climbed out of the driving seat, pausing for a second to enjoy the early warmth of the May sun, then walked round to the back and unlocked the rear double doors.

Even now, some two months into his new venture, it still gave him a thrill of pride to see the perfectly stencilled words on the vehicle: Goodchild´s Heritage Tours - Personally Guided Walks through Cotswolds History.

Business so far had been positively booming - indeed, he was booked up right until the end of the summer.

At last it seemed, amazingly enough, that he´d found a way to make a living out of his passion for Cherringham´s history. Much as he enjoyed writing books and pamphlets for the local tourist board, the meagre fees hardly covered his rent.

He pulled the doors wide, leaned into the van and opened the crate containing the special walkers´ backpacks, each one embossed with the Goodchild Tours logo.

Morning Mr Goodchild, came a woman´s voice from behind. He turned - to see Katie, one of the young waitresses from Huffington´s, carrying a bakers´ tray filled with wraps and sandwiches.

Ah, Katie, wonderful timing, he said, taking the tray from her and resting it on the floor of the minibus. No problems with the order?

Should all be there, said Katie. Lunch for eight. The gluten-free and the vegan choices all marked. Cakes in the foil packs. Today´s special - chocolate walnut. Think you said no nut allergies, so good there. And still warm!

Sounds delicious, said Will. See you tomorrow, same time?

I´ll be here, said Katie. Beautiful day for a walk - do wish I could come with you!

Full house today, said Will. But I´m thinking of doing some one-off Sunday specials in the summer - get a few more locals involved.

Count me in, said Katie.

I certainly will.

Bye then, she said, and Will watched her head back to the little café which was already filling up with Monday-morning customers. He turned his attention back to the lunches.

Ten minutes later, and he´d labelled and packed each backpack with the correct lunches (as requested on the detailed email he had sent to his guests), water bottles, a quality Silva compass, maps, notes and finally - the new purple waterproofs (though with luck they wouldn´t be required today).

He checked his watch again - 8.20. Ten minutes to rendezvous time.

He took out his clipboard with the names of this week´s walkers.

An odd mix - but on the evidence of last night´s drinks at the hotel, not a bad one. No obvious awkward customers and no peculiar behaviours that he felt were beyond his handling.

He ran through the list, putting faces to the names. First, the four Americans who had all elected to stay in the Bell Hotel: Danny and Julie Klein, and Steve and Melissa Arnold. Ah yes. Danny: the real estate man, all slick, shiny, with a laugh like a big dog barking. And Julie: his wife, rather weak smile, stupendously unfit, and clearly long-suffering.

That could be a bit of a problem.

Then their good friends Steve and Melissa. Steve: retired apparently, morose-looking, and a tad clingy. Wants to talk golf all the time. Melissa: younger, bit - well - brassy, and (he´d noticed straight away, couldn´t miss it!) a talent for putting away the martinis, apparently not doing much damage in the process.

Wandering hands too, thought Will, remembering how she touched everyone she spoke to. Not that anyone´s hands ever wander my way, he thought. That will be the day, hmm, Will?

Next, the German woman, Stephanie Bruckner.

Will had resurrected his schoolboy German briefly the night before, in her honour, but it was clear that Stephanie´s English was far superior - albeit, and interestingly - with a slight Irish accent. The two had chatted about her home town of Gelnhausen, a charming medieval centre which (to her surprise) Will had actually visited years ago as a student researching 11th-century German kings.

She also seemed to have a connection to Ireland though he hadn´t quite figured out what. Curious.

Doubtless as the week progressed he´d learn more.

Will was always relieved to find somebody like Stephanie in the group - cheerful, happy to chat, and so interested. In truth, he suspected she was also a bit of a party animal (if that was a phrase young people still used).

But as long as everybody turned up on time in the mornings Will didn´t care about that.

Stephanie had chosen the cheaper option of staying at the Buckland twins´ bed and breakfast, as had the other single traveller, a Ms Heidi Blake from Florida.

Will hadn´t had much of a chance to talk to Heidi at the welcome drinks. But she, too, seemed genuinely informed about English history and keen to know more.

Just the kind of guest he liked!

And though, on the surface, Heidi seemed like the kind of pleasant, retired, suburban American who did their bit in the community and went to church on Sunday and all that, there was something about her that suggested she´d had an interesting past.

He suspected there was more to Heidi than first appeared, and he made a mental note to get to know her better during the week.

Which left just one guest at the end of the list - a local woman apparently, but not a name that Will had recognised: Susan Braithwaite. She´d signed on at the last minute, and given few details about herself apart from the basics demanded by the booking form.

So, a woman of mystery, he thought, putting the clipboard back in his own backpack and turning to look across the square to see if any of his group were approaching.

As he did so, he noticed a man across the street by the Angel, standing in the shadows of the alley that ran beside the pub, watching him.

A tall man in a tightly zipped winter jacket and hat.

Hmm. On a warm day like this.

There was something odd about the man, but Will couldn´t quite put his finger on what.

Was it the way he was standing, staring?

Staring at Will. Not just casually but intently.

But when the man saw Will looking back at him, he turned and slipped away down the alley.

And then, before Will could think more about it, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

Mr Goodchild?

He turned. A woman stood facing him. Brown hair, fleece, jeans and walking boots. He didn´t recognise her from the welcome drinks at the Bell Hotel the night before, so he guessed straight away who she was.

Susan? he said.

I´d prefer Ms Braithwaite, said the woman, holding out her hand for Will to shake. Will was slightly taken aback by the formal tone.

Pleasure to meet you, he said, recovering.

Likewise, said Susan. Will felt her gaze upon him, appraising.

You´re younger than I expected, she added.

Really? said Will, not quite knowing if this was intended to be a compliment or not.

Yes. My mental picture of a local historian, perhaps.

No clue there.

And it seems I am the first of the group, she said looking around. You have a full complement?

Yes.

Now this too was odd. The woman, having thrown him off balance, asking questions.

Someone who is used to taking charge, he imagined.

Good, she said, peering into the minibus. Lunches supplied?

Yes, all prepared as requested.

Jolly good, she said, finally smiling, turning back to him. By the way - I enjoyed your monograph on Early Middle Palaeolithic flint tools.

Gosh, said Will, a flush of surprise and pride coming to his cheeks. It´s hardly best-seller material-

Indeed, but competent research has its value.

Competent, thought Will, beginning to get used to her. Well, I suppose that might just be a compliment.

Thank you.

You´re welcome, she said. However, I have to say that I felt that some of your conclusions with regard to source were a trifle flawed. And your methodology, well... not quite rigorous.

Ah, said Will, the flush draining rapidly from his face, I see.

Ms Braithwaite - getting points for bluntness.

An engrossing read, nevertheless.

Will nodded, relieved after this helter-skelter...
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