About the Book
Cozy Mystery
Date Published: June 2016
Publisher: Asdee Press
It’s Monday of spring break when Professor Lyssa Pennington’s backyard garden project unearths a loaded revolver. With no record of violence at their address and no related cold case, the Tompkins Falls police have no interest. But the Penningtons and a friend with the State Police believe there’s a body somewhere. Whose? Where? And who pulled the trigger?
Date Published: June 2016
Publisher: Asdee Press
It’s Monday of spring break when Professor Lyssa Pennington’s backyard garden project unearths a loaded revolver. With no record of violence at their address and no related cold case, the Tompkins Falls police have no interest. But the Penningtons and a friend with the State Police believe there’s a body somewhere. Whose? Where? And who pulled the trigger?
Read an Excerpt
She handed Bree the bundle of cloth with the pouch nestled inside. “Your find. Your job. If it’s something really awful, just end it, please.” She rose from the chair and took a few steps outside the circle of eager faces.
“You mean like a dead mouse?” Bree chuckled.
Richie snorted, and Dick elbowed him with a grin.
Bree flipped the leather sack from one hand to the other and bounced it a few times. “It’s too heavy for an animal or a body part.”
Lyssa wrapped her arms around her middle and tapped her foot.
Bree explored the outside of the pouch with her fingers. “It feels hard, like metal.” She fully loosened the drawstring and peered inside.
Her voice deepened. “Holy cannoli.”
“What?” Lyssa asked.
“What is it?” Dick said.
“What’d they bury?” Richie’s eager voice asked.
Bree drew out a handgun, gripping the wood handle with her thumb and two fingers.
“You mean like a dead mouse?” Bree chuckled.
Richie snorted, and Dick elbowed him with a grin.
Bree flipped the leather sack from one hand to the other and bounced it a few times. “It’s too heavy for an animal or a body part.”
Lyssa wrapped her arms around her middle and tapped her foot.
Bree explored the outside of the pouch with her fingers. “It feels hard, like metal.” She fully loosened the drawstring and peered inside.
Her voice deepened. “Holy cannoli.”
“What?” Lyssa asked.
“What is it?” Dick said.
“What’d they bury?” Richie’s eager voice asked.
Bree drew out a handgun, gripping the wood handle with her thumb and two fingers.
About the Author
C. T. Collier was born to solve logic puzzles, wear tweed, and drink Earl Grey tea. Her professional experience in cutthroat high tech and backstabbing higher education gave her endless opportunity to study intrigue. Add to that her longtime love of mysteries, and it’s no wonder she writes academic mysteries that draw inspiration from traditional whodunits. Her setting: entirely fictional, Tompkins College is no college and every college, and Tompkins Falls, is a blend of several Finger Lakes towns, including her hometown, Seneca Falls, NY (AKA Bedford Falls from It’s a Wonderful Life).
Contact Information
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Twitter: @TompkinsFalls
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Website: https://drkatecollier.wordpress.com
Facebook: /kate.collier.315
Twitter: @TompkinsFalls
Goodreads: http://tinyurl.com/zds5zps
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Amazon: http://tinyurl.com/h2f2xeh
Barnes and Noble: http://tinyurl.com/huqsd54
