Crime in the Cul-de-sac

by Patricia Margaret Trudeau

Moose Hide Books | March 1, 2013 | Trade Paperback |

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CRIME IN THE CUL-DE-SAC

Patricia Trudeau

ISBN 978-1-927393-17-8 Book

ISBN 978-1-927393-18-5 E-Book Detective/fiction

146 pg (8.5 X 5.5)

BURNT TOAST

"That odour again," Agnes Carroll muttered, septuagenarian nostrils sniffing early autumn air as she shooed two aging cats out for their morning inspection of the back yard. 'Whoever the new neighbours are, can't they make toast without scorching it?' She mentally accused them of not knowing how to boil water.

WHO FLUNG DUNG?

"What the devil is going on here!"

Agnes, startled by a booming voice, dropped a stack of plastic pots she was toting to the garden shed.

'What's got into him this morning?' she wondered, bending over to collect the scattered pots.

"Did you see anybody in my yard earlier?" he demanded through gritted teeth.

"Horse manure, that's what," Charlie snapped. "And I want to know who put it there. I repeat, did you see anybody in my back yard earlier?"

BUNGALOW BONES

She opened the front door to an ashen-faced young woman, nervously picking at her fingernails. "Can you help us?" the new neighbour asked in a squeaky voice. On the walk below the porch, the young man held up a cell phone. "I need the number of the police," he said. "May we borrow your phone book?"

". . . we found something awful in the basement," Danny finished. "We should have inspected the house more thoroughly, but the price was right, and we had just enough for the down payment. We wanted to snap it up before somebody beat us to it."

THE UNKNOWN NEPHEW

"Can you come and stay with me?" A sobbing voice on the other end of the line pleaded.

Agnes, startled by the unusual request, blurted out, "Who are you, my dear? What is wrong?"

"It's Sherry, and I'm so afraid," a girl's voice quivered.

'Who is Sherry? Do I even know anyone by that name? A former student, perhaps.' "Where are you, Sherry?"

"I'm at home, but Desmond's away."

'Who in the world is Desmond?' "Desmond?" she asked.

Quotes:

Nice to see that us old folks have a lot to do when having nothing to do, and boy, life is exciting.

Keep going Agnes, though the body moves a bit slow, the mind is always on the go and able to out wit the criminals and the law.

Format: Trade Paperback

Dimensions: 146 Pages, 5.12 × 8.27 × 0.39 in

Published: March 1, 2013

Publisher: Moose Hide Books

Language: English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10: 1927393175

ISBN - 13: 9781927393178

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Crime in the Cul-de-sac

by Patricia Margaret Trudeau

Format: Trade Paperback

Dimensions: 146 Pages, 5.12 × 8.27 × 0.39 in

Published: March 1, 2013

Publisher: Moose Hide Books

Language: English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10: 1927393175

ISBN - 13: 9781927393178

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CRIME IN THE CUL-DE-SAC

Patricia Trudeau

ISBN 978-1-927393-17-8 Book

ISBN 978-1-927393-18-5 E-Book Detective/fiction

146 pg (8.5 X 5.5)

BURNT TOAST

"That odour again," Agnes Carroll muttered, septuagenarian nostrils sniffing early autumn air as she shooed two aging cats out for their morning inspection of the back yard. 'Whoever the new neighbours are, can't they make toast without scorching it?' She mentally accused them of not knowing how to boil water.

WHO FLUNG DUNG?

"What the devil is going on here!"

Agnes, startled by a booming voice, dropped a stack of plastic pots she was toting to the garden shed.

'What's got into him this morning?' she wondered, bending over to collect the scattered pots.

"Did you see anybody in my yard earlier?" he demanded through gritted teeth.

"Horse manure, that's what," Charlie snapped. "And I want to know who put it there. I repeat, did you see anybody in my back yard earlier?"

BUNGALOW BONES

She opened the front door to an ashen-faced young woman, nervously picking at her fingernails. "Can you help us?" the new neighbour asked in a squeaky voice. On the walk below the porch, the young man held up a cell phone. "I need the number of the police," he said. "May we borrow your phone book?"

". . . we found something awful in the basement," Danny finished. "We should have inspected the house more thoroughly, but the price was right, and we had just enough for the down payment. We wanted to snap it up before somebody beat us to it."

THE UNKNOWN NEPHEW

"Can you come and stay with me?" A sobbing voice on the other end of the line pleaded.

Agnes, startled by the unusual request, blurted out, "Who are you, my dear? What is wrong?"

"It's Sherry, and I'm so afraid," a girl's voice quivered.

'Who is Sherry? Do I even know anyone by that name? A former student, perhaps.' "Where are you, Sherry?"

"I'm at home, but Desmond's away."

'Who in the world is Desmond?' "Desmond?" she asked.

Quotes:

Nice to see that us old folks have a lot to do when having nothing to do, and boy, life is exciting.

Keep going Agnes, though the body moves a bit slow, the mind is always on the go and able to out wit the criminals and the law.

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