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    The House That Wasn't There
    The Hounds of Hellerby Hall
    Ebook series2 titles

    The Christie McKinnon Adventures Series

    By Colin Garrow

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    About this series

    There's a new trade in the city - one that deals in children.

    On a cold November morning in 1890's Edinburgh, Christie McKinnon and her pal Donal discover a young boy is missing from home. And he's not the only one - someone is stealing children and taking them to a mysterious house on Deadman's Lane. With an eye on a good story, Christie sets out to investigate, but the house is not all it seems to be...

    THE HOUSE THAT WASN'T THERE is book #2 in this historical adventure series.

    If you love Victorian mysteries, download your copy or buy the paperback version of The House That Wasn't There now. Just scroll to the top of the page and select BUY to continue your adventure today!

    The wagon pulls over in front of a drayman's cart and reins to a halt at the top of Raeburn Place. The wizened old driver jumps down with a flourish that belies his years. "On ye go," he says, cheerfully waving a hand towards his passengers. The pair clamber off the back of the cart, shaking jackets and trousers in a bid to rid themselves of the black dust.

    "Wouldnae bother, pal." The driver pats one of the sacks of coal. "Stuff gets intae yer skin." As if to demonstrate this, he spits in his hand and wipes it across his sooty face. "See? I'd hae less o' this muck on me if I'd hae gone doon the mine." He laughs good-naturedly.

    The young man shakes the old man by the hand. "Thanks for the ride". He glances down at the boy at his side. "We'll let ye get off, then."

    The driver, gazing up at the slate gray sky, nods solemnly. "Afore the rain comes doon. Good luck tae ye." And with that, he climbs back onto the cart and jiggles the reins. As the vehicle pulls away, he holds a hand up in parting.

    "Right then," says the young man, watching the coal cart negotiate the busy road. "Before the rain, eh?" He smiles, though there is little joy in his features.

    "But why?" The boy's lower lip trembles. "Why dae I have tae go?" And the tears start again, coursing down the lad's mucky face. "Why can't I stay wi' you?"

    The man waves his hands around uselessly, as if trying to conjure up a reason. "It won't be for long, Jamie, just til I find work." He crouches down and hugs the boy to him. "Then I'll come an' get you. Promise."

    Straightening up, he glances over the road. Amid the dozens of men and women shuffling up and down the street on their way to or from work, he catches sight of one motionless form in a long dark coat. Nodding an acknowledgement, he notes the black eyes staring back at him and the slight smile that flickers across the fat face.

    Clenching his teeth and breathing slowly in an effort to keep back the tears, the young man takes the boy's hand and leads him across the street, where the woman who will take his son away, is waiting at the corner.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherColin Garrow
    Release dateJul 28, 2015
    The House That Wasn't There
    The Hounds of Hellerby Hall

    Titles in the series (2)

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      The Hounds of Hellerby Hall
      The Hounds of Hellerby Hall

      The Hounds of Hellerby Hall

      Colin Garrow
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      Edinburgh, 1897. Blood on the table, murder in the hall. Eleven-year-old Christie McKinnon is not happy - the editor of ‘McMurdo’s Weekly’ has once again turned down her story. But this time, Christie determines not to give up - taking a chance, she confronts the wily editor and offers a means of solving his dilemma. Meanwhile, Inspector Robertson investigates when a bowl of blood appears on the dining table of a wealthy landowner. As the mystery deepens, the policeman calls in his favourite mystery writer Hugo Skene to lend a hand, but the enigmatic Mr Skene has secrets of his own... THE HOUNDS OF HELLERBY HALL is book #1 in this fast-paced adventure series. If you love historical mysteries, download your copy or buy the paperback version of The Hounds of Hellerby Hall now. Just scroll to the top of the page and select BUY to start your adventure today!

      Edinburgh, 1897. Blood on the table, murder in the hall. Eleven-year-old Christie McKinnon is not happy - the editor of ‘McMurdo’s Weekly’ has once again turned down her story. But this time, Christie determines not to give up - taking a chance, she confronts the wily editor and offers a means of solving his dilemma. Meanwhile, Inspector Robertson investigates when a bowl of blood appears on the dining table of a wealthy landowner. As the mystery deepens, the policeman calls in his favourite mystery writer Hugo Skene to lend a hand, but the enigmatic Mr Skene has secrets of his own... THE HOUNDS OF HELLERBY HALL is book #1 in this fast-paced adventure series. If you love historical mysteries, download your copy or buy the paperback version of The Hounds of Hellerby Hall now. Just scroll to the top of the page and select BUY to start your adventure today!

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      The House That Wasn't There
      The House That Wasn't There

      The House That Wasn't There

      Colin Garrow
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      There's a new trade in the city - one that deals in children. On a cold November morning in 1890's Edinburgh, Christie McKinnon and her pal Donal discover a young boy is missing from home. And he's not the only one - someone is stealing children and taking them to a mysterious house on Deadman's Lane. With an eye on a good story, Christie sets out to investigate, but the house is not all it seems to be... THE HOUSE THAT WASN'T THERE is book #2 in this historical adventure series. If you love Victorian mysteries, download your copy or buy the paperback version of The House That Wasn't There now. Just scroll to the top of the page and select BUY to continue your adventure today! The wagon pulls over in front of a drayman's cart and reins to a halt at the top of Raeburn Place. The wizened old driver jumps down with a flourish that belies his years. "On ye go," he says, cheerfully waving a hand towards his passengers. The pair clamber off the back of the cart, shaking jackets and trousers in a bid to rid themselves of the black dust. "Wouldnae bother, pal." The driver pats one of the sacks of coal. "Stuff gets intae yer skin." As if to demonstrate this, he spits in his hand and wipes it across his sooty face. "See? I'd hae less o' this muck on me if I'd hae gone doon the mine." He laughs good-naturedly. The young man shakes the old man by the hand. "Thanks for the ride". He glances down at the boy at his side. "We'll let ye get off, then." The driver, gazing up at the slate gray sky, nods solemnly. "Afore the rain comes doon. Good luck tae ye." And with that, he climbs back onto the cart and jiggles the reins. As the vehicle pulls away, he holds a hand up in parting. "Right then," says the young man, watching the coal cart negotiate the busy road. "Before the rain, eh?" He smiles, though there is little joy in his features. "But why?" The boy's lower lip trembles. "Why dae I have tae go?" And the tears start again, coursing down the lad's mucky face. "Why can't I stay wi' you?" The man waves his hands around uselessly, as if trying to conjure up a reason. "It won't be for long, Jamie, just til I find work." He crouches down and hugs the boy to him. "Then I'll come an' get you. Promise." Straightening up, he glances over the road. Amid the dozens of men and women shuffling up and down the street on their way to or from work, he catches sight of one motionless form in a long dark coat. Nodding an acknowledgement, he notes the black eyes staring back at him and the slight smile that flickers across the fat face. Clenching his teeth and breathing slowly in an effort to keep back the tears, the young man takes the boy's hand and leads him across the street, where the woman who will take his son away, is waiting at the corner.

      There's a new trade in the city - one that deals in children. On a cold November morning in 1890's Edinburgh, Christie McKinnon and her pal Donal discover a young boy is missing from home. And he's not the only one - someone is stealing children and taking them to a mysterious house on Deadman's Lane. With an eye on a good story, Christie sets out to investigate, but the house is not all it seems to be... THE HOUSE THAT WASN'T THERE is book #2 in this historical adventure series. If you love Victorian mysteries, download your copy or buy the paperback version of The House That Wasn't There now. Just scroll to the top of the page and select BUY to continue your adventure today! The wagon pulls over in front of a drayman's cart and reins to a halt at the top of Raeburn Place. The wizened old driver jumps down with a flourish that belies his years. "On ye go," he says, cheerfully waving a hand towards his passengers. The pair clamber off the back of the cart, shaking jackets and trousers in a bid to rid themselves of the black dust. "Wouldnae bother, pal." The driver pats one of the sacks of coal. "Stuff gets intae yer skin." As if to demonstrate this, he spits in his hand and wipes it across his sooty face. "See? I'd hae less o' this muck on me if I'd hae gone doon the mine." He laughs good-naturedly. The young man shakes the old man by the hand. "Thanks for the ride". He glances down at the boy at his side. "We'll let ye get off, then." The driver, gazing up at the slate gray sky, nods solemnly. "Afore the rain comes doon. Good luck tae ye." And with that, he climbs back onto the cart and jiggles the reins. As the vehicle pulls away, he holds a hand up in parting. "Right then," says the young man, watching the coal cart negotiate the busy road. "Before the rain, eh?" He smiles, though there is little joy in his features. "But why?" The boy's lower lip trembles. "Why dae I have tae go?" And the tears start again, coursing down the lad's mucky face. "Why can't I stay wi' you?" The man waves his hands around uselessly, as if trying to conjure up a reason. "It won't be for long, Jamie, just til I find work." He crouches down and hugs the boy to him. "Then I'll come an' get you. Promise." Straightening up, he glances over the road. Amid the dozens of men and women shuffling up and down the street on their way to or from work, he catches sight of one motionless form in a long dark coat. Nodding an acknowledgement, he notes the black eyes staring back at him and the slight smile that flickers across the fat face. Clenching his teeth and breathing slowly in an effort to keep back the tears, the young man takes the boy's hand and leads him across the street, where the woman who will take his son away, is waiting at the corner.

    Author

    Colin Garrow

    Colin Garrow grew up in a former mining town in Northumberland. He has worked in a plethora of professions including: taxi driver, antiques dealer, drama facilitator, theatre director and fish processor, and has occasionally masqueraded as a pirate. All Colin's books are available as eBooks and most are also out in paperback, too. His short stories have appeared in several literary mags, including: SN Review, Flash Fiction Magazine, Word Bohemia, Every Day Fiction, The Grind, A3 Review, 1,000 Words, Inkapture and Scribble Magazine. He currently lives in a humble cottage in North East Scotland where he writes novels, stories, poems and the occasional song.

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