By Donald Bain, Jessica Fletcher
It's commencing to glance much like murder...
Jessica Fletcher is making plans to spend a comfy Christmas in Cabot Cove. but if Rory Brent is located shot to dying on his farm, there'll be no peace on the earth until eventually his killer is located. Snooping into the small town's earlier for a cause, Jessica is set to carry the killer earlier than Christmas. the difficulty is, the subsequent sound she hears this silent evening could be a scream: her own.
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He was a big man, a good six two, with a fighting weight of at least twenty stone. He had black hair and dark brown, brutal eyes. ' Martin Beck asked. 'Don't call me Mård. Call me "mister" at least or "sir". How I know? Because I keep track, of course. The one hundred and eighth country was Upper Volta. I flew there from Casablanca. The one hundred and seventh was South Yemen. But I swear this one takes the fucking biscuit I've been in hospital in North Korea and Honduras, and in Macao and the Dominican Republic, and in Pakistan, and in Ecuador.
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