| Author: | Charlotte MacLeod | ISBN: | 9781453277478 |
| Publisher: | MysteriousPress.com/Open Road | Publication: | November 6, 2012 |
| Imprint: | MysteriousPress.com/Open Road | Language: | English |
| Author: | Charlotte MacLeod |
| ISBN: | 9781453277478 |
| Publisher: | MysteriousPress.com/Open Road |
| Publication: | November 6, 2012 |
| Imprint: | MysteriousPress.com/Open Road |
| Language: | English |
While vacationing in Maine, Professor Peter Shandy confronts a poisonous potpie
Massachusetts horticulturalist Peter Shandy is famous for his rutabagas, but he comes to Maine with a loftier plant in mind. Specifically, he wants to size up the world-renowned lupines of Frances Rondel, a nonagenarian whose legendary flowers are even more beautiful in life than they are in myth. Shandy is bitterly jealous, but finds a major distraction in the dining room of the country inn where he’s staying. He may grow wretched lupines, but no gardener can solve a murder like Peter Shandy.
The corpse belongs to the late Jasper Flodge, a local loudmouth with a toupee and a sizeable gut. Shoveling down the last bites of a chicken potpie, Flodge clutches his chest and falls dead. Suddenly with more to do than stopping to smell the lupines, Shandy must ask himself: Which Maine cook has the bad taste to flavor chicken with cyanide?
While vacationing in Maine, Professor Peter Shandy confronts a poisonous potpie
Massachusetts horticulturalist Peter Shandy is famous for his rutabagas, but he comes to Maine with a loftier plant in mind. Specifically, he wants to size up the world-renowned lupines of Frances Rondel, a nonagenarian whose legendary flowers are even more beautiful in life than they are in myth. Shandy is bitterly jealous, but finds a major distraction in the dining room of the country inn where he’s staying. He may grow wretched lupines, but no gardener can solve a murder like Peter Shandy.
The corpse belongs to the late Jasper Flodge, a local loudmouth with a toupee and a sizeable gut. Shoveling down the last bites of a chicken potpie, Flodge clutches his chest and falls dead. Suddenly with more to do than stopping to smell the lupines, Shandy must ask himself: Which Maine cook has the bad taste to flavor chicken with cyanide?
