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Cherringham - Too Many Lies

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134 Seiten
Englisch
Bastei Entertainmenterschienen am31.10.20191. Aufl. 2019
When Cherringham's Council debates selling the historic village hall for development as a luxury restaurant and hotel, all of Cherringham is up in arms; some seeing the sale as needed, others deeply opposed. For many, the centuries-old hall is the very heart of the community! But when the leader of the protestors is attacked after a raucous meeting and death threats are made, Jack and Sarah are asked to investigate. Can they find a possible killer before the crucial Council vote? And maybe stop a murder?

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 the successful crime fiction series Cherringham.mehr

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KlappentextWhen Cherringham's Council debates selling the historic village hall for development as a luxury restaurant and hotel, all of Cherringham is up in arms; some seeing the sale as needed, others deeply opposed. For many, the centuries-old hall is the very heart of the community! But when the leader of the protestors is attacked after a raucous meeting and death threats are made, Jack and Sarah are asked to investigate. Can they find a possible killer before the crucial Council vote? And maybe stop a murder?

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 the successful crime fiction series Cherringham.
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Weitere ISBN/GTIN9783732553136
ProduktartE-Book
EinbandartE-Book
FormatEPUB
Format Hinweis0 - No protection
FormatFormat mit automatischem Seitenumbruch (reflowable)
Erscheinungsjahr2019
Erscheinungsdatum31.10.2019
Auflage1. Aufl. 2019
ReiheCherringham: Mystery Shorts
Reihen-Nr.35
Seiten134 Seiten
SpracheEnglisch
Artikel-Nr.4520179
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Genre9200

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Leseprobe
1. A Village Divided

Jack turned to glance at Sarah, sitting next to him in the packed Village Hall. It was standing-room only.

Up front, the Parish Council sat at a long table. Some chatted, but most of them were looking out at a crowd drawn here by a controversy. One unlike anything Jack had experienced since he moved to Cherringham from New York City.

Back home, in the NYPD, he had been used to dealing with crowds of hostile people - making sure that nobody got too upset.

To the left, the front rows of the hall were occupied by a group of people literally on the edge of their seats. Villagers of all ages, many of whom Jack recognised.

Dotted among the group were signs on wooden sticks, currently resting on the floor, but obviously ready to be raised at a moment´s notice.

And that was where Sarah kept looking.

Because amid that fired-up, tightly wound group, and ready to turn this meeting into an explosive show, sat Chloe, Sarah´s daughter.

Chloe, now aged twenty-one, and back home in Cherringham, was clearly making her own decisions on things.

You okay? Jack said, leaning close to Sarah.

I am not, she said, turning back to him. That group ... I mean, yes of course, I understand their position. But ... to be honest, I´d like my daughter to stay out of this.

Well, Jack said, smiling, think that ship has sailed.

And that guy? Their leader?

Jack nodded. He knew that Sarah was referring to the organiser the group had hired to help them save the venerable Village Hall building.

Ralph Syms.

Ever since he had shown up on the scene, the temperature of this battle about building repairs, money, preserving the past, and the future of the ancient village of Cherringham, had turned fiery.

A lot of people - Jack included - didn´t like that.

Finally, with the chatter from the audience reaching a crescendo, Jack saw the current Parish Council Chair, their friend the lawyer Tony Standish, stand up.

He attempted to start the meeting.

*

Excuse me, Tony said, in a voice that might possibly have garnered attention in a courtroom, but not here.

Sarah saw Tony look at the other council members with an expression of what do I do?

He should use a megaphone, thought Sarah. Or at least a big gavel to rap on a solid chunk of wood.

Tony tried to raise his voice.

If we could have everyone´s attention now - please!

Not bad, thought Sarah.

And finally, the noisy crowd stilled.

Tony looked surprised that he was able to effect such a change. Now, with their grumbling attention, he could proceed.

But as he did, Sarah shot another look at Chloe, sitting close to the Save Our Hall group´s organiser, Syms.

Handsome, charismatic, and a good ten years older than Chloe.

All things that made Sarah uneasy.

Even though she kept reminding herself that, after Chloe´s breakup with her French fiancé Pascal, well, her little girl wasn´t so little anymore. She was an adult. And now, back in the village where she grew up, she was clearly showing it.

For now though, the Save Our Hall group - as tense as they looked, perched on their folding chairs, ready to spring into quick action - remained quiet.

Tony moved to the business at hand.

*

This is - as I´m sure you all know - not a meeting proper of the Parish Council. It is an informal hearing. A chance for us all in the village to learn more about the umm ... challenging plans for this, our very own and dearly-loved Village Hall. And for you to umm ... share your views with your council members before our crucial vote on the proposals at the formal meeting on Friday.

At this, Jack saw Tony smile benevolently at the audience packing the room, more like a vicar at a Christmas service than a council leader in a charged political meeting.

But if he was expecting applause, he didn´t get any.

Just mutterings from the various groups across the room. The tension in the room - thick.

Ahem, yes, said Tony, frowning. Um, so in order that we might hear about the proposal - as it were - from the horse´s mouth´, we have with us this evening Mr Ted Ross of Ross Leisure Holdings, who will talk us through his company´s plans.

Jack was surprised that Tony, used to the civility and restraint of a courtroom, got that far into his opening.

On the word plans , the Save Our Hall group immediately sprung to their feet.

They turned and faced the sea of people looking at them.

Save our hall! Save our hall!

On cue, the signs were hoisted up - that simple message scrawled in big black letters.

Some in the audience joined in, Jack could hear. Others yelled out for the group to sit down.

The crowd divided. On both sides, Jack saw faces he knew from the village - many of them good friends.

Tony meanwhile, was a rabbit in the headlights.

He must have expected this, Jack thought.

Jack leaned into Sarah.

Think it´s going to be a tough night.

Poor Tony, she said.

And your dad too, Jack said, nodding to the podium where he could see Sarah´s father looking out rather nervously at the crowd.

Michael Edwards, Jack knew, had agreed - pro temps - to fill a sudden vacancy left when one of the older council members decided that it was - hello! - time to make the big move to the Costa del Sol.

Sarah´s dad probably didn´t bargain for this, Jack thought.

Yes. And the thing is, I´m not sure how he feels about the issue. Money in the village is so tight - they´ve pretty much had to freeze spending.

Which is why you´re pro´ the development, I guess? said Jack.

Me? said Sarah. God, I don´t know. I´m hoping I´ll be clearer after tonight.

I wouldn´t count on it, said Jack, smiling.

The chants of protest went on for a few minutes until, like a conductor, Ralph Syms turned to his cadre of protestors and held up his hands.

That´s all he had to do.

With a nod, he signalled they should sit down.

Their presence made known, Tony now could take a deep breath.

The hearing could actually begin.

*

Looking relieved, Tony took his place at the centre of the table. Council members flanked him on either side, including both Buckland sisters - the twins looking like bookends on opposite ends of the long table.

Jack saw Pete Bull, local plumber; Julie, one of the owners of the Spotted Pig restaurant; and Carl Coleman, slick head honcho of Cherringham´s Chamber of Commerce.

No doubting his view on the development, thought Jack.

Other locals rounded out the group of sixteen members, who now looked to a large monitor to their left, as a stocky man - mid-sixties Jack guessed - made his way to the stage.

A few boos from the left side of the hall, but they were quickly quieted by a turn of Syms´s head.

This guy knows how to control his troops, thought Jack.

Ted Ross might have been on the old side, but Jack could see from his frame, his hands, he was a man maybe comfortable throwing his weight around.

A tough cookie.

Jack had seen the type in the cut-throat world of NYC construction and real estate. Self-made guys who were used to getting what they wanted - one way or the other.

Ted Ross smiled, nodded at the crowd.

Thank you, Tony. Some accent there Jack couldn´t place. Yorkshire maybe? Tonight, Ross Leisure Holdings will show you - show Cherringham - our detailed plans for what we intend to do to both preserve and enhance this wonderful hall as we turn it into a premiere hotel destination venue, with a Brendan Fox restaurant.

Again, grumbles from the left side of the room, but not enough to disrupt Ross´s presentation.

First, we will - as promised - preserve many of the unique elements of this landmark Victorian building, while transforming it into something very, very special.

Images flashed on the screen, showing an artist´s rendition of the very building everyone was in, right here in the heart of Cherringham, transformed into a glittering hotel.

With, as Ross promised, many of the historic features of the building still visible, but clearly transformed.

And, Ross said, with the more than generous purchase price we have offered to the council, your village will have the funds to construct a new Village Hall and centre, on a more suitable site, right outside the village proper. A modern, state-of-the-art community asset.

At that, Ted Ross looked up, smiling. He was bald save for a hint of grey peach fuzz on the side of his head. Using a tiny hand-clicker, he put up the first slide of his presentation.

First of all, let me tell you a little about...
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