Murder is an Artform
March 8th, 2021. Filed under: Monday's Musings.
Solving mysteries can be murder
When a famous artist boards the Aurelia, no one expects his work to be interrupted by a death, especially when the victim is the artist’s muse who seemed vibrant and full of life just hours before.
The official verdict is suicide, but that doesn’t sit well with our famous sleuth and all too soon she is poking her nose where someone doesn’t want it. None too surprisingly, it’s not long before the verdict is brought into question – and the team find a ruthless killer clever enough to disguise their crime.
Clever, but not clever enough. The evidence is compelling.
But is it real?
Presented with a killer, Patricia suspects someone else but as she clashes with everyone on board, is she right or wrong? Is she leading herself astray? Or is she the only one with the brain to figure this out?
With the ship just a few hours from Southampton, she’s running out of time to convince everyone, including herself, that it’s the wrong person in custody. But how far will Patricia go to make sure the right person goes to jail?
ISLAND BREEZES
Patricia’s back on the ship with her captain. And she still has a problem with that head itching thing and dead bodies showing up.
This time it’s a talented artist and his casual way with the women in his life. This includes his current wife, his ex and his models. He brought them all onboard with him. I don’t know how he keeps everything straight when his only real interest is his painting.
There are a lot of twists and turns that Patricia has to wade through in this cruise. Plus, she’s angling for a new job.
Thank you, Mr. Higgs. I used to live and work on cruise ships. Now I get to live vicariously through Patricia.
***Book provided without charge by the author.***
When Steve Higgs wrote his debut novel, Paranormal Nonsense, he was a Captain in the British Army. He would love to pretend that he had one of those careers that has to be redacted and in general denied by the government and that he has had to change his name and continually move about because he is still on the watch list in several countries. In truth though, he started out as a mechanic. Not like Jason Statham in the film by that name, sneaking about as a contract killer, more like one of those greasy gits that charge you a fortune and keep your car for a week when all you went in for was a squeaky door hinge.
At school, he was mostly disinterested in every subject except creative writing, for which, at age ten, he won his first award. However, calling it his first award suggests that there have been more, which there have not. Accolades may come but, in the meantime, he is having a ball writing mystery stories, urban fantasies, and crime thrillers and claims to have more than a hundred books forming an unruly queue in his head as they clamor to get out.
Now retired from the military, he lives in the south-east corner of England with a trio of lazy sausage dogs. Surrounded by rolling hills, brooding castles and vineyards, he doubts he will ever leave, the beer is just too good.