Attics can be full of surprises.
Who could have murdered Darren Powell? He was a very pleasant man fond of puttering around in his garden and playing chess. He didn't seem at all the type of person who'd find himself murdered in his own attic.
Myrtle and her senior sidekick Miles step in to investigate. The more they learn about Darren, the more interesting he becomes. And now someone else might be in danger. Can they learn the killer's identity before he strikes again?
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Chapter One
“You have to play by the rules,” said Miles coldly.
Myrtle looked up from the chess board. “I thought I was playing by the rules.”
Miles pushed his glasses up his nose and looked solemnly at her. “You know that you can’t move the rook like that.”
“You mean the castle?” Myrtle peered down at the offending chess piece. “This is precisely why this game is ridiculous, Miles. A rook isn’t a castle. The piece should resemble a large crow, instead.”
“Regardless, it doesn’t move like you just moved it.”
Myrtle sighed and put the rook back where it came from. “We should be playing Scrabble. Scrabble makes sense.”
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Already translated.
Translated by Tomas Ibarra
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