Murder in the Cemetery: A Lady Margaret Turnbull Cozy Mystery Book (International Cozy Mystery Series 3) Read Online Free

the class yearbook up into the attic.
She tried her best to let herself know she didn’t do anything wrong. 
Everything in her told her she should have done something for those two kids. 
That she should somehow have been able to spare them their pain, and she
couldn’t.
    Getting this emotionally involved in a case wasn’t something
Maggie had ever let herself do before, but this time it felt personal.  It felt
sadder.  And Maggie was ready to be on to the next case, which would hopefully
be a murder case that was a bit more upbeat. Even that is a little sad.

Excerpt from Murder in the Village
    Lady Margaret’s birthday was coming up, and it wasn’t
something she was too keen on thinking too hard about.  There wasn’t anything wrong
with birthdays, really, she just didn’t feel as old as her birthday cards told
her she was, so she was disinclined to open them.  She’d have the cake, but the
reminder of getting older?  Not so much.
    She was drinking her first cup of tea of the day, standing
in the large kitchen of her bed and breakfast property, Lawlers Loft, she ran
on the outskirts of town, reading the paper.  There wasn’t really anything
noteworthy happening in the small town of Bangalow, New South Wales.  One of
the quieter cities in Australia, it was an old favorite of Maggie’s and her
late husband’s during their many travels over the years from the UK.  For some
reason it struck her as the perfect amount of quaint and city life, kind of a
cozy village and it suited her perfectly since she decided to move here after
her husband passed away.
    She bought the bed and breakfast on Lawler’s Lane, and was
the strange mother-figure of the small town.  Everyone loved her, even though
she was a bit forthright. Her posh British accent, not to mention her
knighthood, was much the talk of the district and it certainly helped in
getting onboard with the local community councils; great venues for Maggie to
listen in on the town’s gossip.
    Disappointed in the lack of enthusiastic news reporting for
the week ahead, Maggie refreshed her tea and strolled over to the little
picture window over the sink.  Clad only in her bathrobe, she was caught off
guard by the knock at the door.
    “Who on Earth would be ringing me at this hour?”  She wasn’t
expecting any deliveries for the inn, and the mailman would never ring her so
early for fear of catching her in her bathrobe.  And Lord knows that even
though she was in decent shape for her age, she was pretty sure no one wanted
to see that.  After all, it wasn’t proper.
    Nevertheless, whoever was at the door was knocking so
adamantly that they couldn’t be kept waiting.  She hurried to the front door,
careful to look quickly through the foyer to make sure no guests would see her
in her robe, and shuffled to the door.  When she opened it, she gasped a
little, greeted by the flushed cheeks of Inspector Tom Sullivan of the local
police force.
    “What’s the matter, Tom?” she asked, making sure the robe
was closed all the way and pointing to his reddened cheeks with her free hand. 
“Cat got your tongue?  Or has it just been a while since you’ve seen someone
other than your wife in a bathrobe? Don’t flatter yourself, dear.  I’m not
interested.”
    Inspector Tom cleared his throat mid-laugh and asked to be
let in.  He didn’t look, Maggie thought, like he was really in the mood for
joking.  Though she was glad she got that one in, because seeing his cheeks
flus was worth all the flack she would catch for it later.  She waved her arm
out in front of her and gestured for him to go into the kitchen quickly.
    He did as he was told and shuffled in with a medium sized
box under his arm.
    “Tom, you’re soaked, hun. Do you want some dry clothes?  I’m
sure I can find you something around here?”
    “Aaah, no thanks, Maggie.” The thought was going through
Detective Sullivan’s mind as to how Lady Margaret would have some men’s
clothing in her