"Jane! Cuppa tea, would you?" I shouted.
"Oh, all right! Just this once!" And from the kitchen my sister Jane came hurrying in, holding a tray with a mug of steaming tea on it.
"Thanks," I said, as I gently blew on the tea, watching the ripples get bigger and smaller.
That was when the phone started ringing. All twenty-five of the phones rang.
"Someone seems to want to talk to us!" cried Jane as she went to pick the one in the room up. "Yes... Jane speaking...how terrible!...We'll come straight away!...Yes...I'll tell my brother...Goodbye!" She put down the phone and turned to me. "A good old murder. Two, in fact!
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Death of the Rosebush
Детектив / ТриллерThe members of the Rosebush family are found dead. One remains, frightened and hiding. Will Jasper and Jodie be able to capture the killer before they find the last Rosebush?
