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Heartless: A Lady Marmalade Mystery
Heartless: A Lady Marmalade Mystery
Heartless: A Lady Marmalade Mystery
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Heartless: A Lady Marmalade Mystery

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Heartless is Lady Marmalade's third mystery.

Lady Marmalade is taking the Flying Scotchman up to York. She needs to attend to some financial affairs related to the estate of her deceased husband, Eric.

It is a time of reflection and Lady Marmalade is eager to get onto the train and away from the cacophony of the train station.

However, the train will not offer the respite she requires. During dinner on the trip to York, Major Jasper Moss is murdered. He wasn't a nice man, but he didn't deserve to be killed.

In the short time before the train makes it to York, does Lady Marmalade have the time to determine who amongst the five dinner guests killed him?

Captain Houghton has motive, he served under the Major in the second war. Winnie Smith has motive too as does the Major's own daughter, Ethel who has accompanied him on this trip. Evan Cross, the waiter has a dark secret that gives him grounds for murder and Mr. Lewis Bryan had a business deal go bad with the Major that gives him incentive too.

Five motives, five possible killers and one little old lady to figure it all out before they get to York and the killer escapes into the dark of night.

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Release dateDec 3, 2016
ISBN9781540179913
Heartless: A Lady Marmalade Mystery
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Jason Blacker

Jason Blacker was born in Cape Town but spent most of his first 18 years in Johannesburg. When not grinding his fingers down to stubs at the keyboard he enjoys drinking tea, calisthenics and running. Currently he lives in Canada.  Under his own name he writes hard boiled as well as cozy mysteries, action adventure, thrillers, literary fiction and anything else that tickles his muse. Jason Blacker also writes poetry and daily haikus at his haiku blog.  You can find his haikus and other poetry at his website www.haiqueue.com.  For FREE books and to stay up to date and learn about new releases be sure to visit www.jasonblacker.com where you can find more information about his writing and upcoming projects.  If you enjoy space opera in the tradition of Star Trek then take a look at Jason Blacker’s pen name “Sylynt Storme”. It is under the name Sylynt Storme where you can find both sci-fi and vampire fiction written by Jason Blacker.  “Star Sails” is the space opera series and “The Misgivings of the Vampire Lucius Lafayette” is his vampire series.

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    Heartless - Jason Blacker

    COPYRIGHT © 2016 Jason Blacker

    PUBLISHED BY: Lemon Tree Publishing

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    All rights reserved.

    No part of this publication may be copied, reproduced in any format, by any means, electronic or otherwise, without prior consent from the copyright owner and publisher of this book.

    This is a work of fiction. All characters, names, places and events are the product of the author's imagination or used fictitiously.

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    Heartless

    PLATFORM 3 of the King’s Cross Station was busy this evening at just before 8 p.m. Lady Frances Marmalade stood on the platform waiting to board. By her feet was a small tan suitcase with two clasps. A bigger suitcase had already been taken by a porter and loaded into her compartment.

    It was the middle of the week. A Tuesday evening, and Lady Marmalade was taking the 8 p.m. Flying Scotsman up to York for the remainder of the week. She had some financial matters that she needed to attend to in York that related to her deceased husband’s real estate holdings up in that part of the country. Lady Marmalade was reading a woman’s magazine she had picked up at the store inside the King’s Cross. The lamp’s light was a warm but stingy yellow. Not making it that easy to read the articles, she was browsing.

    There was a lot of noise. Several other trains were scheduled to depart to other parts of the country between eight and eight-thirty on this warm late summer evening; and they were getting ready. The trains were puffing and huffing like impatient old men. Steam came out from their engines regularly with squeaks and squalls.

    Grating squeals of steel on steel shrieked loudly like rambunctious schoolchildren and train whistles sounded intermittently. It was a cacophony of sound, and none of it extremely pleasant or rhythmical on the ears. Lady Marmalade was looking forward to getting onto the train and heading out of the railway station. The older she got the less she enjoyed busy-ness and loud noises. She was beginning to entertain the idea of permanently moving to her cottage in the Lake District, away from the hustle and bustle of London.

    It was almost two years ago since the war had ended. It had seemed incredible to her that the raid sirens and weekly, if not more often, bombings seemed quieter than the London that had since erupted into raucous noise since the fighting stopped.

    She glanced up to see the porter waving the passengers onto the second class carriage to her right. She picked up her suitcase and walked towards the first class carriage as another porter exited from the entranceway on that carriage.

    Good day, ma’am, he said to her happily. Can I take your suitcase?

    Thank you, said Lady Marmalade handing him her suitcase.

    Lady Marmalade showed him her ticket. She had a single compartment in first class, towards the back of the carriage. He helped her into her berth with her suitcase before bowing himself away.

    The ticket collector will be around as soon as we’re off, to collect your ticket, he said just before leaving.

    Lady Marmalade nodded and smiled. The porter closed her door after her. She was on the left side of the train. Her window was closed and the noise was much subdued. She could even hear herself think.

    A small, balding man with a wispy moustache was climbing or rolling onto the train. He was almost as wide as he was tall. This was Major Jasper Moss, a veteran of both wars. His face

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