A Murderous Yarn (Needlecraft Mystery)

A Murderous Yarn (Needlecraft Mystery)

Monica Ferris

Language: English

Pages: 256

ISBN: 042518403X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

A Murderous Yarn (Needlecraft Mystery)

Monica Ferris

Language: English

Pages: 256

ISBN: 042518403X

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub


The art of needlecraft requires patience, discipline, and creativity. So, too, does the art of detection. Just ask Betsy Devonshire—who’s learning that life in a small-town needlecraft shop can reveal an unexpected knack for knitting…and a hidden talent for unraveling crime.

A Murderous Yarn

Heavens to Betsy Devonshire! She never intended to get so caught up in this year’s antique car race. But as sponsor of one of the entrants, she can’t help but keep a close eye on the outcome—and it’s not pretty. One of the drivers never makes it to the finish line. His car is found exploded in flames. Now Betsy and her crafty friends must determine if it was an accident or the work of a jealous competitor. The answer may be in a piece of needlework, but pinning down a suspect won’t be easy…

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mumbled, “Well, that makes a difference, I guess.” Martha said, surprised, “Betsy, you were on the news?” Betsy smiled. “No, that part was spread locally.” She looked at Godwin, who had the grace to blush. Alice said, “So what do you think, Betsy? Who would shoot Bill Birmingham?” Betsy answered with a question. “Did you know him?” “Not personally, but I know about him. He grew up over in Wildwood, so there are probably locals who do.” Wildwood was one of those Hennepin County “cities” on

look on her face. She was dressed in darkness, black shoes, dark stockings, a severely plain black dress. There were even dark shadows under her eyes. Betsy stood. “Hello, Mrs. Birmingham,” she said. “Is there something I can do for you?” “It looks as if your meeting is breaking up,” replied Charlotte, coming toward the table. “I was hoping to join you.” She looked the very opposite of the friendly woman in white Betsy had met on Saturday, more ravaged than the shocked and bewildered woman who

question,” said Henry, who was familiar with Robert’s Rules of Order. “What does that mean?” asked Adam, who wasn’t. “That means, let’s vote on the motion.” “Nobody made a motion,” noted Ceil. “All right, I move we leave Bill’s name and photo in the program, with a black border.” “Second,” said Mike. The motion carried five to two, Henry and Adam being the two dissenters. Henry thought they should either make a big fuss, dedicate the run to Bill, ask for a moment of silence and put a big

support of the water, it was fun and not too difficult. She looked again at the man, who was out beyond Charlotte, in the second-deepest area. He was taller than Charlotte, but not by a lot. He was trim and muscular, though he wasn’t young. His hair, a light brown, showed no trace of gray—Grecian Formula, concluded Betsy. He had a pleasant face, presently lit with laughter as he struggled with the unfamiliar movement. Charlotte, facing him and moving well, said something to him and his head went

all right, Grace Christie designed it, so it’s essentially a copy. But I made some changes to her original pattern, worked some areas in different stitches from the original, and even altered the colors a little.” Marvin said, “She won’t admit it, but I think what she does is equivalent to real art.” “Oh, tosh, Marvin,” said Charlotte with a little frown. Betsy’s smile appeared. “Have you heard about Irene Potter?” Charlotte said, “I read an article about her in one of our little weekly

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