Fillet of Murder: A Deep Fried Mystery by Linda Reilly (English) Paperback Book

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The first book in an adorable new mystery series featuring Talia Marby who runs a Fish and Chips shop but soon realizes that everything is better deep fried, except murder, of course!Talia Marby serves up delectable English deep fried fare in the heart of the Berkshires-but she soon discovers there's something fishy going on in the first novel in the Deep Fried Mystery series!Sometimes in this life, you have to fish or cut bait. After walking away from a miserable job and an even worse boyfriend, Talia Marby has no regrets. She's returned to her hometown and is happy to help her dear friend Bea Lambert by working at Lambert's Fish & Chips, a cornerstone of a charming shopping plaza designed to resemble an old English village.But not all the shop owners are charming. Phil Turnbull has been pestering Bea to sign a petition against a new store opening up, and his constant badgering is enough to make her want to boil him in oil. When Talia and Bea stumble upon Turnbull murdered in his shop, the police suspect Bea. Now it's up to Talia to fish around for clues and hook the real killer before her friend has to trade serving food for serving time...Includes delicious recipes!

FORMATPaperback LANGUAGEEnglish CONDITIONBrand New Author Biography

Linda S. Reilly is theauthor of the Deep Fried Mysteries, including A Frying Shame,Out of the Dying PanandFillet of Murder. She lives with her husband in southern New Hampshire and is a member of Sisters in Crime and its subchapter, the Guppies. When she's not prowling the shelves of a bookstore or library in search of a cozy read, she can be found tapping away at the keyboard creating her own cozy adventure.

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Praise for Fillet of Murder"Deep fried and deadly, Fillet of Murder is a perfectly seasoned mystery with quirky characters, a darling small town New England setting, and a plucky heroine. I thoroughly enjoyed this puzzler of a mystery. Reilly cooks up a perfect recipe of murder and mayhem in this charming cozy."—Jenn McKinlay, New York Times bestselling author of the Cupcake Bakery mystery series"You had me at deep-fried haddock and malt vinegar. This is a terrific book—smart, sassy, and a little bit scary. Everything a good cozy should be!"—Laura Childs, New York Times bestselling author of the Teashop mystery series

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Talia Marby serves up delectable English deep fried fare in the heart of the Berkshires-but she soon discovers there's something fishy going on...

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"Deep fried and deadly, Fillet of Murder is a perfectly seasoned mystery with quirky characters, a darling small town New England setting, and a plucky heroine. I thoroughly enjoyed this puzzler of a mystery. Reilly cooks up a perfect recipe of murder and mayhem in this charming cozy."-Jenn McKinlay,

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Talia Marby serves up delectable English deep fried fare in the heart of the Berkshires-but she soon discovers there's something fishy going on...

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ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 1 "Don''t do it, Bea. He''s not worth it." Talia Marby clamped her hand firmly around her employer''s wrist, preventing Bea from pitching a chunk of fresh haddock at the man on the opposite side of the counter. "But that wanker won''t leave us alone, Talia!" Bea spoke as if the man weren''t standing six feet away, glowering at them. "He comes in here nearly every day to harangue me, and he''s gone to the hospital twice to bother Howie. I won''t have it!" "I know, and I agree," Talia soothed, her fingers still locked around Bea''s slender wrist. Bea was in such a state that she was afraid to let go. Afraid that the man with the reddish-gold hair and ice-cool glare brandishing a clipboard at them would end up with a fish in the face. "But you know we can''t solve anything this way, right?" Cheeks flushed, raven-tinted curls springing out from her petite head, Bea Lambert let out a noisy sigh. "Right," she grumbled. She lowered her hand and yielded to Talia''s grasp, letting the haddock dangle from her fingers. Talia rescued the fish with one hand and squeezed Bea''s shoulder with the other. "Let me handle this," she said, propelling Bea toward the opening next to the counter that separated the dining area from the kitchen of Lambert''s Fish & Chips. "Whitnee should be here any minute. She can help you get the mushy peas ready. It''s after eleven, so the lunch orders are going to start coming in." Bea turned and cast one last look at the man, her leaf green eyes shooting darts at him. "Bother Howie again and you''ll be sorry, Turnbull." She paused for effect and then tromped into the kitchen, vanishing into the small alcove that was hidden from view from the dining area. Phil Turnbull, the man with the clipboard, pointed a finger at Talia. "You tell her I''m not finished with her. I just got in some new information about that comic book store and she needs to hear it whether she likes it or not!" Standing as tall as her five-foot-two frame would allow, Talia speared Turnbull with the most threatening look she could muster. With her blond, pixie-style hair and small-boned physique--and wearing a blue apron with a grinning fish emblazoned across the front--she probably looked about as intimidating as her mom''s cairn terrier. She was fed up, however, with Turnbull popping in almost daily to harass Bea, and would do whatever was necessary to defend her. "You have nothing more to say, Mr. Turnbull. Bea and Howie have no objection to the comic book store coming to the arcade. Either you stop hounding them or they''ll have to get a restraining order against you." Talia was fairly sure Bea would never go for such a thing, but it was all she could think of at the moment to get rid of the pest. Turnbull''s demeanor did an abrupt one-eighty. He flashed a toothy grin that put Talia in mind of a hammerhead shark, and then spoke his next words in a lilting tone, as if trying to pacify a crazy person. "Ms. Marby--Talia--legal action will surely not be necessary. I''m simply trying to remind Bea and Howie of the original concept of the Wrensdale Arcade, and why a comic book store would be totally out of place in this charming, old-world environment. If we all apply pressure by signing this petition, the landlord will be forced to give in. He can''t fight us all, can he?" The smile stayed pasted on, but his gaze took on a predatory gleam. Talia stopped short of rolling her eyes at his sudden change in attitude. The man was such a phony! Turnbull was the proprietor of Classic Radiance, the vintage lighting store that sat at the far end of the shopping plaza known as the Wrensdale Arcade, in the Berkshires. Designed to resemble an old English village, the arcade boasted six other shops, three on each side, with Lambert''s Fish & Chips located on the southern side, between Sage & Seaweed and Jepson''s Pottery. The aroma of hot oil wafting from the kitchen reminded Talia that the eatery would soon be bustling with customers. Standing here, having this argument with Turnbull, was a nuisance she didn''t have time for. "Look, Mr. Turnbull-- Phil ," Talia said, mimicking the familiar manner in which he''d addressed her, "Bea and Howie opened this restaurant in 1992. They''re fully aware of the original concept, as you call it, but times have changed. This is the twenty-first century. We all have to grow--evolve, you might say." She tilted her chin slightly to one side, a habit she''d adopted as a stubborn toddler. Turnbull''s smile faded. For a man who''d been blessed with stunning good looks--wide-set blue eyes, perfectly sculpted nose, full lips--he had all the natural charm of a scorpion. "Are you implying, Ms. Marby, that I''m some sort of Neanderthal?" "No, not at all." Although, now that she thought about it--Talia blew out an exasperated breath. "Honestly, Mr. Turnbull, I don''t understand your objection to the comic book store. They''re all the rage these days. Think of it this way--it could bring a lot of new business to the arcade." "Business for this place, maybe." His lips twisted in contempt. "But do you really think the kinds of people who shop at a comic book store are going to be interested in vintage lighting?" Talia''s patience had reached the end of its tether. "I don''t know the answer to that, but right now Bea has a business to run, and it''s my job to help her. So unless you''re going to order some fish and chips, I''ll have to ask you to leave." Turnbull shook his clipboard at her. "This is not over, Ms. Marby, not by a long shot. I''m not going to abandon this fight, not when I''m so close. A comic book store will ruin the arcade, and I don''t intend to let that happen. That hippie at the pottery shop is the only other holdout, and he''s about to cave. Your precious Lamberts will, too. Mark my words." He pointed a manicured finger at her nose. "Is that a threat, Mr. Turnbull?" Talia felt her temper rising, even as she kept her tone mild. Turnbull''s face reddened. "No, I didn''t mean it that way. I just--" "You''d best leave now," Talia told him. Feeling a bit like the Ghost of Christmas Future, she raised her arm and pointed ominously at the door. "Today is Wednesday, and on Wednesdays, at approximately ten to twelve, the chief of police picks up his order of fish and chips. I''m sure he''ll be quite interested to hear about your campaign of harassment against Bea and Howie." "Fine," he said, in a low growl, "but you tell your boss she hasn''t heard the last of me." Turning on his heel, he stomped toward the door and whipped it open. Before he could step out onto the cobblestone plaza, Bea''s young employee, Whitnee Parker, rushed past him at only slightly under the speed of sound. The force sent Turnbull tottering backward. He managed to keep his balance, but his clipboard clattered to the blue-and-white tile floor. "Oh my gosh, I''m so sorry! Are you all right?" Whitnee bent down to retrieve the clipboard. As she did so, two of the textbooks jammed into her shoulder tote slipped out and tumbled to the floor. Turnbull kicked one of the books aside and snatched up his clipboard before she could get to it. "What''s the matter with you?" His upper lip curled into a snarl. "Don''t you ever look where you''re going?" "I . . . I''m so sorry. I was running late and I didn''t--" "Why are you always such a ditz, anyway?" Whitnee''s face crumpled. Her pale brown eyes grew watery as she stood there, frozen, unable to respond. Talia plunked down the haddock she''d been holding and moved quickly around the side of the counter into the dining area. She snagged Whitnee''s books off the floor and said to Turnbull, "Get out." Red-faced, Turnbull turned and stormed out onto the plaza, slamming the door behind him. "Are you okay, Whitnee?" Talia slid a comforting arm around the young woman''s shoulders. Squashing away a tear with the heel of her hand, Whitnee gave a jerky nod. "Yeah, it''s just . . . why did he have to be so mean? It wasn''t like I was trying to knock him over!" "I know. Of course you weren''t." Talia tucked the two textbooks back into Whitnee''s tote. "He''s not a nice man, so don''t let him get to you, okay? He''s not even a customer. I don''t think he''s ever bought so much as a cup of coffee here." Talia knew that every person should be treated as a potential customer, but in Turnbull''s case she made an exception. Whitnee snuffled, and another tear fell onto her cheek. "Yeah, you''re right. Jerks like that don''t deserve the time of day, do they?" She forced her thin lips into a tepid smile. "I guess I better get into the kitchen, or Bea''ll tan my hide. I''m already ten minutes late!" Talia knew that Whitnee had recently turned twenty, but she found her to be a bit immature at times. Still, she couldn''t help chuckling at the "tan my hide" comment. The tender-hearted Bea could barely bring herself to swat the occasional fly that found its way inside the eatery during the warmer months. She once spent the better part of an hour trying to persuade a persistent housefly to vacate the premises, a campaign that ended in a stalemate. Bea had just thrown up her arms in resignation when a customer strode in and out went the fly. Talia stepped back around to the other side of the speckled aquamarine counter. With a groan, she stared at the poor haddock Bea had nearly lobbed at Turnbull. In retrospect, she almost wished she hadn''t stopped her. * * * Talia swiped a napkin over the last traces of grease on her fingers, savoring the final mouthful of batter-coated, deep-fried haddock. Bea made her batter with a hint of lemon juice and a splash of m

Details ISBN0425274136 Author Linda Reilly Short Title FILLET OF MURDER Pages 304 Language English ISBN-10 0425274136 ISBN-13 9780425274132 Media Book DEWEY 813.6 Imprint Berkley Publishing Corporation,U.S. Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Subtitle A Deep Fried Mystery Audience Age 18 Series Number 1 Series A Deep Fried Mystery Year 2015 Publication Date 2015-05-05 US Release Date 2015-05-05 UK Release Date 2015-05-05 Narrator Tom Judd Translator Brian Boyd Birth 1974 Affiliation Associate Professor of Psychiatry, Bipolar Clinic and Reseach Program, Massachusetts General Hospital Position Associate Professor of Psychiatry Qualifications Ph.D. Publisher Penguin Putnam Inc Format Paperback Audience General NZ Release Date 2016-05-31 AU Release Date 2016-05-31 We've got this

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