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Mysterious Pitkirtly
Mysterious Pitkirtly
Mysterious Pitkirtly
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Mysterious Pitkirtly

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This is a shorter story linked to the Pitkirtly Mystery series. Because it isn’t novel length and is something of a meta-story, I haven’t given it a series number, but if it did have one it might be either 9.5 or 10.5. It’s best to have read at least ‘A Reformed Character’ and preferably also ‘A Tasteful Crime’ before reading this.
A coach party arrives unexpectedly in Pitkirtly, and causes consternation among some of the residents. Charlie would like to have had the chance to sell them drinks, Jemima wishes she had scrubbed her doorstep and Christopher resents the intrusion of visitors into forbidden areas of the Cultural Centre. By pooling their resources, they try to find out what’s behind this invasion.

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Release dateDec 22, 2015
ISBN9781311951793
Mysterious Pitkirtly
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Cecilia Peartree

Cecilia Peartree is the pen name of a writer from Edinburgh. She has dabbled in various genres so far, including science fiction and humour, but she keeps returning to a series of 'cosy' mysteries set in a small town in Fife.The first full length novel in the series, 'Crime in the Community', and the fifth 'Frozen in Crime are 'perma-free' on all outlets.The Quest series is set in the different Britain of the 1950s. The sixth novel in this series, 'Quest for a Father' was published in March 2017..As befits a cosy mystery writer, Cecilia Peartree lives in the leafy suburbs with her cats.

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    Mysterious Pitkirtly - Cecilia Peartree

    Mysterious Pitkirtly

    Cecilia Peartree

    Smashwords edition

    Copyright Cecilia Peartree 2015

    All rights reserved

    This is a shorter story linked to the Pitkirtly Mystery series. Because it isn’t novel length and is something of a meta-story, I haven’t given it a series number, but if it did have one it might be either 9.5 or 10.5. It’s best to have read at least ‘A Reformed Character’ and preferably also ‘A Tasteful Crime’ before reading this.

    A coach party arrives unexpectedly in Pitkirtly, and causes consternation among some of the residents. Charlie would like to have had the chance to sell them drinks, Jemima wishes she had scrubbed her doorstep and Christopher resents the intrusion of visitors into forbidden areas of the Cultural Centre. By pooling their resources, they try to find out what’s behind this invasion.

    Contents:

    Chapter 1 Selfie Sticks

    Chapter 2 Following the Crowd?

    Chapter 3 Fame at Last

    Chapter 4 Tall Stories

    Chapter 5 Broken

    Chapter 6 On the Trail

    Chapter 7 Marina Tells All

    Chapter 8 Pursuing Penelope

    Chapter 9 Some Kind of Resolution

    Chapter 1 Selfie Sticks

    Jock McLean slammed the door behind him and hurried over to the bar. He felt as if the hounds of hell were after him. Or possibly Penelope Johnstone.

    ‘The usual, thanks Charlie.’ He cast an anxious glance over his shoulder.

    ‘Anything wrong?’ said Charlie Smith, fetching a glass. The dog gave a faint anticipatory growl.

    ‘The car park’s full of people. They’re taking photographs. Some of them have those stick things and they’re waving them about.’

    ‘Selfie sticks,’ said Charlie, nodding.

    ‘Stupid name for a stupid thing,’ growled Jock. He looked round to see if anybody he knew was in the bar. It was maybe a bit early for Christopher, and you could never tell with Amaryllis. But Jemima and Dave were usually here by now.

    ‘Quiz afternoon,’ said Charlie gloomily. ‘Jemima and Dave have gone off to Limekilns with a party from the old people’s lunch club.’

    ‘Hmph!’ said Jock. ‘What do they want to go around with a bunch of old crinklies for?’

    ‘Don’t ask me,’ said Charlie.

    He gave Jock the pint of Old Pictish Brew, and they were both staring into its depths when Christopher arrived. He appeared a bit dishevelled, as if he had fought his way through a crowd.

    ‘What’s going on out there?’ he enquired. ‘Usual, please Charlie.’

    Jock shrugged. ‘Your guess is as good as mine.’

    ‘I nearly got poked in the eye with one of those stick things,’ said Christopher indignantly.

    ‘Selfie sticks,’ said Jock and Charlie in unison.

    ‘But what are they all doing here?’ said Christopher. ‘Have you got an event on?’

    ‘Of course not,’ said Charlie. ‘When do I ever have events on?’

    ‘Could be good for trade, though,’ said Jock.

    ‘They didn’t look as if they were planning to come in,’ said Christopher. ‘Some of them had started walking towards the harbour.’

    ‘They’ll have to come back this way to get on the coach, won’t they?’ Jock pointed out.

    ‘Coach?’ said Charlie, suddenly alert. ‘What coach?’

    ‘They’ve parked their coach just outside,’ said Jock.

    Before he had even finished the sentence, Charlie was halfway to the door. Just as he flung it open, Amaryllis hurled herself in, and there was an amusing moment when it looked as if they were about to fall on the floor together. They clutched at each other’s arms and swayed, but saved themselves from collapse. Charlie reached round and slammed the door shut again.

    ‘What the hell?’ said Amaryllis. ‘They’re taking photographs! Some of them even have these stick things.’

    ‘Selfie sticks,’ said Jock, Charlie and Christopher in unison.

    ‘I’d better have a pint,’ said Amaryllis. ‘Not shaken or stirred, thanks Charlie.’

    He gave her a reproachful look.

    Even Amaryllis was a little the worse for wear, her red hair sticking up at varying angles all over, and a couple of buttons of her leather jacket open to reveal a black polo-neck jumper under it. Jock thought he had better not comment on the hair in case it was meant to be like that. He had a bad record for commenting on women’s hair, and in fact he suspected it was this kind of thing that had precipitated his divorce, although of course there had been other factors too numerous to mention.

    ‘But why should a coach party come to Pitkirtly?’ said Christopher, after a

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