By Donald Bain, Jessica Fletcher
It's starting to glance much like murder...
Jessica Fletcher is making plans to spend a comfortable Christmas in Cabot Cove. but if Rory Brent is located shot to demise on his farm, there'll be no peace in the world until eventually his killer is located. Snooping into the small town's earlier for a purpose, Jessica is decided to bring the killer sooner than Christmas. the difficulty is, the following sound she hears this silent evening could be a scream: her own.
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The dark was coming down on our second day out from Moscow; the Rossiya had ploughed through nearly two thousand kilometres of steppes and the Ural mountain range and now we were running through forests of birch and pine and cedar standing draped in snow under the endless leaden skies. We were due in Novosibirsk tomorrow. Galina had shown herself in the doorway of our compartment a few minutes ago, glancing across Slavsky -- who was reading as always -- and giving me the slightest movement of her head.
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