And Then They Were Doomed by Elizabeth Kane Buzzelli (A Little Library Mystery #4)
English | 2019 | Mystery/Thriller | ePUB |3.0 Mb
And Then They : Zoe Zola is one of ten invitees to an Agatha Christie symposium. Tempers flare…and then there are nine. Can Jenny Weston save Zoe from murder on the Upper Peninsula?
Little Person author Zoe Zola believes that one of the unluckiest things in life is to receive an invitation—in the form of a letter edged in black—to an Agatha Christie symposium at an old Upper Peninsula hunting lodge. Her reluctance dissipates when she learns that the organizer is named Emily Brent—the name of a character poisoned by cyanide in Christie’s And Then There Were None.
As a dreary rain soaks the U.P., Zoe and nine other Christie scholars—each of whom bears a vague resemblance to one of the classic mystery novel’s characters—arrive at the lodge. At the opening night dinner, arguments flare over the experts’ discordant theories about Christie. Next morning, the guests find one particularly odious man has gone—whereabouts and reasons unknown. Such a coincidental resemblance to a work of fiction is surely impossible; therefore, it appears to be possible.
As the guests disappear, one by one, Zoe resolves to beat a hasty retreat—but her car won’t start. She calls her friend, amateur sleuth/little librarian Jenny Weston, but Jenny will have to wait out a storm off Lake Superior before she can come to the rescue. If Zoe’s to stay alive to greet Jenny when she eventually arrives, she’ll have to draw on everything she knows about Agatha Christie’s devilish plots in Elizabeth Kane Buzzelli’s fourth tantalizing Little Library mystery.
“When Zoe went to school, she found books and a teacher, Miss Hunt, who slipped her at least one new book a week. She kept her nose in that book (as Evelyn said) most of every day and ignored the other children, who weren’t very nice and grew way above her as the years passed.
In books, Zoe found that people didn’t necessarily live the way she and Evelyn lived—hidden away as if it was a terrible shame they were alive at all.
Other people lived in big houses—or little houses—that were clean and in order. Other people had family that came to dinner—or family like Tiny Tim’s, who loved him and celebrated with a big turkey on Christmas, which Zoe didn’t even understand. Not what Christmas meant, nor all the fuss about giving presents and pretending to be happy.
When Zoe turned sixteen, she realized the life they lived wasn’t normal, and she began to clean their four-room house and, in summer, get the grass at the front cut by a boy from down the street in exchange for chocolate chip cookies she bought at the corner store. Trimming the grassy edges on her knees was fun. Summer sunshine made her body feel better, her arms stronger.
She noticed flowers in her neighbor’s yards on her walks to the Roy Jones Hardware Store and back. She looked up different flowers in an old encyclopedia and then found racks of flower seeds at the hardware store. Roy Jones pretended not to see her, because her head barely came to counter height. He would call toward the door: “Somebody there? Think I hear a voice, but I can’t see you.”