Miss Marple's Novels & Stories

Zane POV The three of us found Mavis in the succulents, swearing under her breath about overwatering. She was exactly as I had found her last, wearing denim coveralls, a utility belt, and a Coolie-style straw hat. “Sarah, Alpha Zane,” she greeted us, wiping at her cheek with the back of a garden-gloved hand. She looked at our third member. “Agent Travis,” he said with a nod. “Ah, heard of you,” she said. “Is there something I can help with?” “Marshal Kim,” Travis said. “Do you remember him?” “Hard not to,” she said. “Odd little fellow. Is he doing OK?” “He’s dead, and we’re treating this as a homicide investigation.” She blinked at us. “Oh, dear. Someone murdered Marsh? Whatever for?” “That’

I held my breath, already feeling the tension in the air thicken. Maria’s face froze for just a moment, but she recovered quickly, a polished smile snapping into place. “Oh, well, Avery, I believe one should always take pride in one’s appearance and this is my original hair colour” she replied smoothly, reaching up to pat her carefully coiffed hair. “It is a shame that some people think wrinkles are best left untreated. I could recommend an excellent surgeon.He works wonders on these… issues.” Well that is a lie. My mother did not have a single wrinkles that are too much visible, thanks to her Italian genes.

Christian drawled in a bored tone. “Miss Mabel Pearson.” “Is there another Mabel Pearson you know?” Christian suddenly heard Mabel’s voice. When he turned, he saw her walking towards them, and behind her was the head helper. The elderly woman must have informed Mabel of what was happening. “Miss Pearson,” the detective was shocked by the woman who was rumored to be dead in front of them. “In flesh and blood,” Mabel quipped as she came to stand beside Christian and she took his hand in hers.

"What's there's to rush, eh? Who is that very important patient of yours that you even threatened me to withdraw your investment?" When the doctor entered, he found Chardon walking back and forth, looking anxious inside his office. "What took you so long! Don't you know that she's suffering?" Chardon snorted. The doctor just laughed and looked at the woman who seemed restless on the sofa. "Who is she?" Chardon sat next to Marigold and held her hand. "She's my..."

he instructed. Marissa stepped into the living room, her eyes resting on a man seated there, roughly her age. Recognition sparked in her mind as she realized he was the same person who had attended her father's funeral with Efrain and Luna. "Marissa, this is Marcus. He's a detective inspector," Efrain introduced, prompting Marcus to stand and offer his hand in greeting. "It's good to see you, Marissa." "Likewise," Marissa replied, returning the gesture with a polite smile.

You either made it through the day, or you got shoved six feet under. “Right now, Christie is in surgery. I’ll connect you to one of the doctors who initially examined her.” The receptionist offered and I nodded sharply. Soon enough, a blonde lady with brown eyes walked toward us, she had wavy hair and was wearing a hospital Jacket. “Miss Marli?” She questioned and I nodded sharply. “Follow me,” she offered and we walked briskly toward her office, once we were in she closed the door and sat down. “I won’t lie, she’s not doing good at all” she confessed and I broke down all over again.

" She rolled her eyes at me and signaled Jeff to close the door. Jeff was still hesitating, but Nora’s hand had already restlessly slipped under his clothes. With that, he couldn't care about me anymore, hurriedly leaving behind a single sentence. "I can't manage that much. You guys find a good doctor." The absolute heartlessness and coldness in his words left me in a daze. The door wasn't closed tightly, and the hurried gasps pierced into my ears like needles. His mother's life and death were uncertain, yet he could enjoy intimate moments of pleasure with another woman.

"A convincing answer isn't the same as a trustworthy one." "I know," I said. "But leaving now means losing the first real lead we've had about my father." The woman on the balcony introduced herself as Mara Venn, a former clerk from the old territorial courier service, and told us to come through the side door. Ronan wasn't having it — he sent one of our companions to watch the road, left another with Tomas, and only then did we approach together. Inside, Mara waited beside a worn table, older than I'd expected, one hand visibly damaged with old scarring. Her eyes went straight to the Crown seal the moment she saw it.

"You said you found something about Genevieve” "I did sir” "I didn't want us discussing it at Lennox Global or at home. If Genevieve overhears even part of this conversation, she'll know I've been investigating her.” Marissa opened the folder and she carefully removed several documents before sliding them across the desk. "I started tracing every medical facility Mrs. Adams has visited over the last five years. I started with the name you gave me, Dr. Eleanor Whitmore." I opened the file immediately. At the very top was a professional headshot of a woman in her late fifties wearing a white coat..

Her family's estate paled in comparison to this. Inside, a sitting room had been turned into a clinic. An exam table stood where a sofa should have been, beside monitors, a rolling cart of supplies, and a folding screen. Four people in white coats stopped talking the moment she walked in. She was still wearing her plain maid's uniform. She wanted so badly to be invisible. The lead doctor was a woman in her fifties with short gray hair and reading glasses pushed up on her head. "Mirabel? I'm Dr. Marsh. I'm going to examine your skin, and I'll tell you what I'm doing before I do it. If it hurts anywhere, tell me. Can you do that for me?"