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Merrychurch Mysteries, Tome 2 : Roots of Evil



Description ajoutée par Katsura 2020-01-03T19:06:55+01:00

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Many consider Naomi Teedle the village witch. Most people avoid her except when they have need of her herbs and potions. She lives alone on the outskirts of Merrychurch, and that’s fine by everyone—old Mrs. Teedle is not the most pleasant of people. But when she is found murdered, her mouth bulging with her own herbs and roots, suddenly no one has a bad word to say about her.

Jonathon de Mountford is adjusting to life up at the manor house, but it’s not a solitary life: pub landlord Mike Tattersall sees to that. Jonathon is both horrified to learn of the recent murder and confused by the sudden reversal of public opinion. Surely someone in the village had reason to want her dead? He and Mike decide it’s time for them to step in and “help” the local police with their investigation. Only problem is, their sleuthing uncovers more than one suspect—and the list is getting longer….

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MIKE PARKED the 4x4 in a lay-by at the edge of the forest and switched off the engine. “Okay, grab the hamper and let’s get this done.” He opened the door and climbed out.

Jonathon chuckled. “No one said you had to come with me, you know.”

Mike shrugged. “I was around. It made sense. Abi’s opening the pub.” He grinned. “And besides, what else am I going to do on a Sunday afternoon?” Jonathon coughed, and Mike aimed a mock glare in his direction. “Besides that.” He pointed to the path that disappeared into the forest. “That way.” Mike shivered.

“I thought it was Sue who said this place was creepy.”

“Forests are creepy, full stop. They’re too quiet. Why do you think there’s always a house in a spooky old forest in all those horror films? The stuff of nightmares.”

Trying not to laugh, Jonathon carried the hamper carefully in both arms, glancing at the ground to see where he was going. “This path looks well used, though.”

“Ramblers use it all the time. If you carry on along it, eventually it brings you out on the far side of your estate.”

“It does?” Jonathon was having a hard time working out the topography.

Mike sighed. “I thought you’d be good at geography, Mr. Well-Seasoned Traveler. The forest is kinda laid out in a curve around the estate.” He shook his head. “I’m sure somewhere in that manor house, there’s an aerial photo of the hall. That would make things a lot simpler.” His eyes twinkled. “I forgot—you’re a visual learner, aren’t you?”

Jonathon had the distinct feeling they weren’t talking about geography.

“There’s a well somewhere too.” Mike came to a stop and pointed. “There you go. That’s the place.”

Jonathon stared at a dark gray stone cottage that had seen better days. The roof was covered in moss, and ivy clung to its walls, snaking itself around windows and doors, of which there were two. Ridge tiles had gone and some of the roof slates had moved, giving the cottage a sad air of neglect.

What caught his eye was the table standing by the nearest door. On it were lots of jars with brightly colored labels, and to the left was a metal box, fastened with a padlock but with a slit cut into the top. A clipboard was attached to the edge of the table, with a pencil dangling from it on a string. Jonathon put down the hamper on the solid doorstep and peered at the table.

“Ah. She said something last night about jams,” he said quietly to Mike.

“Yeah. Lots of folks around here do this. They put out their jams and an honesty box.” Mike pointed to the clipboard. “People can leave comments here, and there’s a price list too.” He picked up a jar. “This sounds lovely. Mango-and-peach jam.” The colorful printed label contained a handwritten date.

Jonathon chuckled. “You couldn’t just leave a box out like this in some places. It’d get stolen. And how would you know if people put in the correct amount?”

Mike patted his back. “That’s why it’s called an honesty box? They expect you to be honest.” He gestured toward the hamper. “Okay, pick it up and let’s do this. If you’re good, I’ll buy you some jam for your morning toast when we’re done.”

Jonathon hoisted the hamper into his arms. “If I’m good,” he muttered.

Mike rapped on the aged wooden door, but there was no sound from within. He repeated the action.

Still no reaction.

Jonathon snickered. “I’m beginning to have déjà vu here.”

Mike said nothing but tried the heavy doorknob. The door swung inward with a loud creak. “Mrs. Teedle?” he called out.

It seemed to Jonathon that silence had fallen all around them. There was no birdsong, not even the rustle of the wind through the trees. Cold trickled its way through his body. “I’m getting a bad feeling about this.”

Mike held a finger to his lips, then stepped into the cottage. Jonathon followed. They were in a large room that had the appearance of a kitchen at first. One wall was covered in shelves, and every shelf was lined with glass jars and bottles. Along the opposite wall were yet more shelves, and beneath them was a long counter, into which was set a deep Belfast sink. The surfaces on either side of it were cluttered with yet more jars, labels, bowls, mortars and pestles, a rack of knives….

“Jonathon.” Mike touched his arm.

Jonathon followed Mike’s gaze to…. “Oh shit.”

Mrs. Teedle sat at the heavy oak kitchen table, leaning back in a chair, her eyes wide open, her mouth stuffed with what looked like gnarled roots, her cheeks bulging.

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Argent

[Lecture VO]

Un second tome sympa. On est vite pris dans l'intrigue. L'auteur arrive à laisser planer le suspens jusqu'au bout, malgré le fait qu'on puisse deviner assez facilement certains aspects.

La relation entre Mike et Jonathon évolue naturellement et ils forment un couple adorable.

Par contre, je ne suis pas convaincue, et même très déçue, par le "plan" de Jonathon pour gérer la situation avec son père. Je dois avouer que je ne comprends pas vraiment, surtout après que Jonathon ait encore répété qu'il ne voulait pas se cacher etc. A voir comment ça se passe dans le prochain tome...

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Merrychurch Mysteries, Tome 2 : Roots of Evil

  • USA : 2019-10-22 (English)

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