9780451477835: Murder, She Wrote: Hook, Line, and Murder
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ISBN 10: 0451477839 ISBN 13: 9780451477835
Verlag: Berkley, 2016

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The USA Today bestselling Murder, She Wrote mystery series continues as Jessica Fletcher takes a relaxing getaway that turns into a reel deadly situation...

Jessica enters a fly-fishing competition at a nearby lake. Joining her is the sheriff’s wife, Maureen Metzger, who surprises Jess with her enthusiasm for the sport. Their guide, however, is a surprise to both...

Brian Kinney is an ex-con. Jailed as an accomplice to Darryl Jepson, a convicted killer, Brian was later exonerated, but not before spending seven years behind bars. He seems like a decent enough fellow. Just a man trying to rebuild his life as a family man and fishing guide. 

Yet when Jepson breaks out of prison vowing revenge, and the lawyer for both men is found murdered, Cabot Cove becomes the focus of the nation as local, state, and federal authorities descend on Jessica’s hometown. And to add to the tension, Maureen has gone missing. Is she lost or is she a hostage? Jess soon finds herself caught in a netful of lies, deceit and ulterior motives. In order to save her friend, she’ll need to find some answers by hook or by crook...

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Jessica Fletcher is a bestselling mystery writer who has a knack for stumbling upon real-life mysteries in her various travels. Donald Bain, the author of more than 120 books, collaborates, with Renée Paley-Bain on this bestselling series.

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Chapter One

The big white banner with the blue letters flapped across the front of Town Hall.

cabot cove derby days have arrived. catch 'em while they're biting. trophies! cash prizes! register here.

"I suppose you've already signed up, Mrs. Fletcher," Seth Hazlitt said as we descended the steps of the downtown municipal building where we'd attended an early-morning meeting.

"As a matter of fact, I have," I said. "Got my fishing license, my derby permit, reserved a guide, and I convinced Jim Shevlin to rent me one of his cottages out on Moon Lake for the week."

"Isn't the mayor participating in the derby himself?" my physician friend asked.

"He said he may-if he can convince his wife, Susan, to give up one of her summer weekends. But she says she'd rather camp out down in Kittery at the outlet stores. Anyway, Jim has two cottages on the lake property, so he can always bunk in the other one if he wants to fish in the derby."

"Who's going to be your fishing partner this year?"

"I haven't got one. Since I'm camping out for the whole week-I'm making a little vacation out of it-I figured it was better to sign up as a singleton this year."

"Sure you'll be comfortable all alone in a cabin in the woods? No phone? No TV? Sounds a tad boring if you ask my opinion, which I know you haven't."

"Sounds heavenly to me," I said as we made our way down the dock at the end of Main Street. "I have a pile of books I've been meaning to get to, and when the derby is over, I'll fish just long enough to catch something to eat, then climb into the rocker on the porch and spend the rest of my week reading."

"But what'll you do when the sun goes down? The electricity there is spotty at best. Barely enough to run the plumbing."

"I'll have a flashlight and a lantern, and there are always candles. I'm not afraid of the dark."

"Isn't it rash to be going by yourself? You never know who could be wandering in the woods looking for trouble."

"I'm actually looking forward to being by myself."

"You spend enough time by yourself at home. I think you should invite someone to keep you company, help you handle the camping chores. I'd join you myself, but I already have patients booked for the week."

Seth held open the door to Mara's Luncheonette for me. "I've never been concerned about roughing it," I said. "Besides, I can't think of anything nicer than getting up with the birds, going out on the water, and throwing in a line when the fish are hungry for breakfast."

"I'm not serving any fish for breakfast this morning," Mara said as she carried a tray past us, the aroma of eggs and bacon trailing behind her.

"Speaking of breakfast," Seth said, sliding into a chair at an empty table, "fancy some blueberry pancakes?"

"Not for me but you go ahead." I took the chair opposite his and picked up Mara's menu. I don't know why I bothered. I knew it by heart.

Mara slid two mugs of coffee onto the table. "What made you think of fish for breakfast?" she asked. "You can get smoked salmon on a bagel, but that's the extent of my marine offerings this morning. It's local; I got it straight from the smokehouse."

"I'll have that," I said.

Seth tucked a napkin in his collar. "Mrs. Fletcher here has gone and signed herself up for the fishing derby. She plans to camp out in the woods with the wolves."

"We don't have any confirmed sightings of wolves in Maine," I said. "You must be thinking of coyotes."

"Nevertheless," Seth said, ignoring me, "if she's smart, she'll pack some of your bagels so she has something to eat in the morning in case the trout aren't biting. I'll have the short stack with maple syrup, none of that artificial stuff."

Mara pulled herself up tall. "And when have I ever served you 'artificial stuff,' Dr. Hazlitt? I have some maple butter if you want a change of pace from maple syrup."

"The syrup is fine with me. I like to stick with what Mother Nature provides."

I waited until Mara had left to remark that I didn't recall having heard that Mother Nature ever made pancakes.

"You're changing the subject," he said.

"What subject?" I asked.

"You. Alone in the woods. What happens if you come across a bear or get chased by a moose? What if you sprain an ankle or worse, break a bone?"

"Good heavens, Seth, you'd think I'd never gone anywhere by myself. I just came back from New York City. There's more danger there than in the forests of Maine."

"I thought you said the crime rate was down in the city."

"It is, but that doesn't mean it's gone entirely. Anyway, I'll be fine in Jim's cabin. I booked a fishing guide for two days, so someone will be checking on me."

"For two days."

"Yes, for two days. Why are you such a worrywart all of a sudden?"

He shrugged. "Just don't like the sound of it. A woman alone-if you'll pardon my sexist view-is puttin' herself in harm's way."

"And a man alone wouldn't?"

Seth harrumphed. "Don't go planting words in my mouth. I believe in the buddy system. Two people can look out for each other. Safer that way. And remember, you don't even drive. How are you supposed to get home in an emergency?"

"I'll have my bicycle and my cell phone."

"If there's even service up there. If you take my advice-"

"Okay, Seth, I'll give it serious consideration."

"That just your way of tellin' me to mind my own business?"

"Did it work?"

"Mebbe, but only for the moment," he said as Mara placed our orders in front of us.

While I spread cream cheese on half my bagel, Seth made circular designs with the maple syrup in the center of his pancakes and carefully cut into them to keep the syrup from dripping onto the table.

Cabot Cove Derby Days is an annual fly-fishing competition that takes place on local lakes and streams. Instead of a weigh-in, contestants are invited to place the fish they catch in a measuring trough together with their derby permit-showing the number-and take a picture before releasing the catch back into the waters. Prizes are awarded by type of trout, and the photographs of the winners are displayed at Nudd's Bait & Tackle for all to admire.

We were halfway through our breakfast when Sheriff Metzger came in with his wife. "May we join you?" Maureen asked, pulling out a chair.

"Of course," I said, moving my mug to make room on the table.

"I saw you coming from Town Hall," she said, fluffing her red hair and stealing a look at her husband, who frowned down into a menu. "Did you sign up for the derby, Jessica?"

"As a matter of fact, I did," I said, smiling.

"Jess and I were just talking about it before you came in," Seth said.

"Seth," I said, shooting him a cautionary look.

He shifted his gaze to Mort. "You plan on entering the derby, Sheriff?"

"Someone has to hold down the fort at headquarters," Mort replied. "Two of my deputies have asked for the weekend off so they can take part in it. We can't have the whole department on the water and nobody keeping an eye on the town."

"So when will it be your turn?" Maureen Metzger asked, batting her eyelashes at him. "I'm dying to try it, but he always has to be on duty whenever anything fun is taking place." She faked a pout, then smiled up at Mara who came to take their orders. "I'll have the Veggie Benedict, please."

"What's that?" Seth asked.

"SautŽed vegetables on an English muffin with hollandaise sauce," Mara rattled off. "It was Maureen's suggestion and it's pretty popular."

Maureen grinned.

Mort set aside the menu. "I'll have the usual: fried eggs, bacon, and home fries."

Maureen shook her head. "I keep telling him he has to eat a green thing every day, but he doesn't listen."

Mort rolled his eyes but...

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Verlag
Berkley
Erscheinungsdatum
2016
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0451477839
ISBN 13 
9780451477835
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Anzahl der Seiten
272
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