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Authors: Neil Richards
Cherringham--Follow the Money
- Cover
- Cherringham — A Cosy Crime Series
- About the Book
- The Authors
- Main Characters
- Title
- Copyright
- 1. The Party’s Over
- 2. Home Sweet Home
- 3. A Secret
- 4. A Conundrum
- 5. Secrets
- 6. Student Life
- 7. Everyone’s Got a Secret
- 8. What About the River?
- 9. A Little Subterfuge
- 10. Telling Tales
- 11. Breaking and Entering
- 12. Inside Lavender’s Lair
- 13. Goodbye to Cherringham
- 14. Stand-off
- 15. Sing Willow
- Next episode
“Cherringham — A Cosy Crime Series” is a series made up of self-contained stories. A new episode is released each month. The series is published in English as well as in German, and is only available in e-book form.
Claire and Terry Goodman seem to have everything. Successful business. Son at Oxford. New mansion right on the River Thames. And seemingly … plenty of money to spend. But when Jack and Sarah are asked to investigate an odd robbery at their home, secrets start to emerge. And as the truth is revealed, for someone it will be too much to bear, and murder may be the only way out.
Matthew Costello
(US-based) is the author of a number of successful novels, including
Vacation
(2011),
Home
(2014) and
Beneath Still Waters
(1989), which was adapted by Lionsgate as a major motion picture. He has written for The Disney Channel, BBC, SyFy and has also designed dozens of bestselling games including the critically acclaimed
The 7th Guest
,
Doom 3
,
Rage
and
Pirates of the Caribbean
.
Neil Richards
has worked as a producer and writer in TV and film, creating scripts for BBC, Disney, and Channel 4, and earning numerous Bafta nominations along the way. He’s also written script and story for over 20 video games including
The Da Vinci Code
and
Starship Titanic
, co-written with Douglas Adams, and consults around the world on digital storytelling.
His writing partnership with NYC-based Matt Costello goes back to the late 90’s and the two have written many hours of TV together.
Cherringham
is their first crime fiction as co-writers.
Jack Brennan
is a former NYPD homicide detective who lost his wife a year ago. Being retired, all he wants is peace and quiet. Which is what he hopes to find in the quiet town of Cherringham, UK. Living on a canal boat, he enjoys his solitude. But soon enough he discovers that something is missing — the challenge of solving crimes. Surprisingly, Cherringham can help him with that.
Sarah Edwards
is a web designer who was living in London with her husband and two kids. Two years ago, he ran off with his sexy American boss, and Sarah’s world fell apart. With her children she moved back to her home town, laid-back Cherringham. But the small town atmosphere is killing her all over again — nothing ever happens. At least, that’s what she thinks until Jack enters her life and changes it for good or worse …
Matthew Costello
Neil Richards
CHERRINGHAM
A COSY CRIME SERIES
Follow the Money
BASTEI ENTERTAINMENT
Digital original edition
Bastei Entertainment is an imprint of Bastei Lübbe AG
Copyright © 2015 by Bastei Lübbe AG, Schanzenstraße 6-20, 51063 Cologne, Germany
Written by Matthew Costello and Neil Richards
Edited by Sean Sinico
Project management: Kathrin Kummer
Cover illustration © shutterstock: LSaloni | Buslik | Gurgen Bakhshetsyan | lussiya | Robert Faritsch
Cover design: Jeannine Schmelzer
E-book production: Urban
SatzKonzept
, Düsseldorf
ISBN 978-3-7325-0852-5
Claire Goodman looked over at her husband, Terry — and wished she could give him a quick nudge under the table.
Here they were at this completely lovely dinner party at the Edwards’ house — and he sat there, shirt sleeves rolled up — with his elbows on the table!
Elbows on the table!
She had told him that he simply
had
to wear a tie, after all this was a proper dinner party!
So he did at least have a tie around his neck!
But he’d loosened the knot the minute they’d sat down to eat and now he looked like he was out for beers with his mates.
Claire so wanted to make a good impression.
They had moved to Cherringham only a year ago, when Terry relocated his luxury car dealership from West London to just outside the village.
Claire had thrown herself into
so
many village activities.
She felt as if she had finally …
arrived
.
Unfortunately, she had arrived with a husband who, though unquestionably doing well financially, didn’t realise that this was
the Cotswolds
.
A place for more refined behaviour. A place of beauty.
And class,
she thought.
She’d grown up in East London, in a 60’s tower block which she couldn’t leave fast enough. Living here, in their beautiful home on the new and expensive development just outside the village, with river frontage — was like living in a style magazine.
She looked around the table to gauge everyone’s reaction to Terry — pontificating as usual about anything and everything.
The vicar, Reverend Edwards nodded.
His sweet shy wife, Emily, still fiddled with her pudding. Will Goodchild — the village historian — now there was a man who was fascinating to listen to — rubbed his cheek.
I bet he’s thinking … hope this man stops talking!
And Roger Reed, the head of the Oratorio Society and director of the upcoming opera-themed concert.
Roger seemed intent on keeping his wine glass at nothing less than half full.
Bit of a tippler.
And Helen and Michael Edwards?
They had been perfect hosts. The dinner had been fabulous — Cornish game hens with a delicious rosemary sauce. The white wine perfectly matched, crisp, delicious.
And the pudding — a creamy lemon sorbet that Helen said she had made herself (with some help from a TV chef!) — was to die for.
“What do you think, reverend?” Terry said.
“Hmm?” The vicar said.
“This Europe nonsense? In? Out? Or none of the above! Can’t see the Eurozone’s doing my business any good. All that red tape.”
Then a barrel laugh so …
gauche
.
“Not that I’m hurting at all. If you have to sell luxury cars, there’s no better place than right here in the Cotswolds.”
Reverend Hewitt smiled.
His eyes drifted to Claire, as if signalling he understood her discomfort.
“I think, Terry … that will be for the voters to decide. Hmm?”
Another laugh from her husband at that.
“And so God hasn’t whispered to you his thoughts on the way things might go?”
The vicar smiled again.
Such a gentle, kind man.
Who clearly could suffer fools and dinner guests with grace and aplomb.
Then Michael stood up — as if to break the thread of all this political tattle.
“Well, I have a rather decent port for us to try.”
*
Michael poured the port slowly into delicate crystal glasses that caught the flickering light of the candles on the table.
Then he made a toast.
“To friends!”
And the port — so good, smooth, silky.
But she saw Terry knock it back as if it was a shot of Bells!
Michael quickly poured him another, though everyone else was still savouring theirs.
Helen turned to Reverend Hewitt and his wife.
“And vicar, Emily … have you heard what big plans we have for our winter concert?”
Claire beamed.
That’s how she met Helen — how they became friends, over a shared love of singing and opera.
Finally she had someone to talk to about all that!
“No, Roger here has been very secretive about plans.”
Helen looked right at Claire.
“Cat out of the bag time!” Roger said. “We could not be
more
excited. The theme this year is Verdi’s heroines …”
Helen continued: “And both Claire and I will be doing solos on the night.”
“Can’t wait,” Terry said, as if proud of his rudeness.
Claire jumped in quickly. “Helen will be singing ‘Sempre Libera’ from ‘La Traviata’, and I’ll be doing the ‘Willow Song’ …”
“From ‘Otello’,” Will Goodchild said. “Wonderful! Perhaps my favourite of the entire Verdi canon.”
“Semi-staged, of course,” Roger Reed said. “Want to make sure we have a bit of drama along with the wonderful singing.”
“And the chorus will have their work cut out for them,” Claire said. “Doing everything from ‘Va Pensiero’ from ‘Nabucco’ to—”
Which is when Terry raised his arms, sleeves up, to look at his golden Rolex.
“Blimey, is that the time? We’d best shove off, Claire. Got a shipment coming in, crack of dawn.”
Then unceremoniously he stood up. “No rest for the wicked eh, vicar?”
Effectively terminating all chat about opera and the upcoming concert.
At least he didn’t try to change the subject to dreaded football,
she thought.
Could she and Terry be more different
? she wondered.
Still — despite everything — she had loved the evening, loved being part of village life and friends with all these new people.
And as Terry stood up, peeling his blazer off the back of his dining room chair, Claire followed suit.
“Good night,” she said. “Helen, it was marvellous. Such a wonderful meal.”
Helen smiled back.
And Claire meant what she said. Her days of letting Terry’s behaviour ruin her enjoyment of life had ended a long time ago.
Now she just had to get through the ride home.
“Bit of a stiff lot,” Terry said. “Though the wine … that was certainly good.”
“Just people with different interests, Terry.”
She looked at him as he drove the short way back to their house, just a mile further down river from the Edwards.
“Opera? English bloody history? Religion?”
He glanced at her as he drove.
“Not exactly a night for having a laugh or two.”
Claire opted not to respond.
These days, she and her husband moved in different orbits.
And that was okay with her.
He doesn’t have to know about my life,
she thought.
Nor me about his.
The one area they did come together is when they discussed their son, Oliver.
