That Night in Trieste
The reason I was staying in Trieste is that I’m a James Joyce specialist and there was a conference
Bakers Rock (2/2)
There we were, six of us on a tiny island in the South Pacific halfway between New Zealand and Antarctica.
Bakers Rock (1/2)
Six people alone for a year on a tiny island in the South Pacific: what could go wrong? Well, lots
The Disappearing Dress (3/3)
I grabbed the wig from Ian and rushed downstairs to find Inspector Montalbano. Luckily, he hadn’t left yet. He’
The Disappearing Dress (2/3)
There I was in Cefalù, staring down the barrel of a bad wedding. Little did I know just how spectacularly
The Disappearing Dress (1/3)
I was looking forward to Tasha’s wedding as much as I’d look forward to a colonoscopy. Well, I
Mungo Murdock's Murder, Mayhem & Mystery Tour (3/3)
I
Jock McIntyre, proprietor of Darkest Edinburgh Inc., a company specializing in walking tours to the city’s most cursed
Mungo Murdock's Murder, Mayhem & Mystery Tour (2/3)
DC Duncan Blane of Edinburgh’s South East branch was just finishing his breakfast when the team started filing into
Mungo's Murder, Mayhem & Mystery Tour (1/3)
I
“I’m very sorry, Jock,” said Morag with a barely perceptible quiver in her voice, “But I’m handing
My Fair Hobo (2/2)
The evening before the crucial meeting in which he was supposed to impersonate a murdered billionaire, Truit had cold feet.