Synopsis:

The Director of the Kearney Music School, a school in Philadelphia that trains talented teenage musicians to become classical music stars, is found having fallen off the balcony of the school during an intermission of a concert, mixing murder and music in this Sherlock Holmes-type mystery as a retired cellist is called out of retirement to solve the mystery.

Excerpt from Chapter 1: Saturday Night

Later the homeless kid Ben told us how Ian Kearney fell from the Kearney Music School’s balcony. At ten to 8 on a rainy and muffled Philadelphia night, a week after Thanksgiving. Cars sizzled around Rittenhouse Square. The lamp posts had red and green Christmas plastic fuzzy stuff wrapped around them. The door above Ben opened, and Ian’s short and spindly frame had appeared on the balcony. Ben saw Ian look up and down the street as if expecting someone. Ian bent over the railing, groaned and released a stream of vomit. Ben jumped to his right just in time. Ian wiped his mouth. Ben followed Ian’s gaze and saw a tall man on the corner wearing a handlebar moustache.

 

Synopsis:

Three physicians are found dead in an out-of-the-way medical clinic on Griffin’s Island on Cape Cod in eastern Massachusetts, mixing terrorism, organ transplantation, and murder. Charlie Stuck, an FBI anti-terrorism agent, and Kathryn Humphreys, a grieving public relations executive searching for her missing psychotic brother, find themselves falling in love while working on the mystery from different directions.

Excerpt from Chapter 1: Thursday 15 March, Wellfleet, Massachusetts

Hig’s man caught the first call at 9:05 PM. Three men dead out of Griffin’s Island. Fifteen minutes later the Pizza Shack delivery boy reported at least one more person lying in the woods apparently dead. The storm had washed everything away by the time Hig and his men got there. They would have interviewed the neighbors had there been anyone home that night. The headline in The Cape Codder read: “Three doctors, others, dead out on Griffin’s Island in Wellfleet.” It should have been stopped long before. There’d been no stopping at this red light.