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    Father, Where Art Thou?: A Nosy Nuns Mystery (Volume 1)
    Father, Where Art Thou?: A Nosy Nuns Mystery (Volume 1)
    Father, Where Art Thou?: A Nosy Nuns Mystery (Volume 1)
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    Father, Where Art Thou?: A Nosy Nuns Mystery (Volume 1)

    By Linda Rettstatt

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    Sisters Mary Jo Brunetto and Gabriel Schmidtzer stumble upon an apparent crime scene when they discover Saint Malachi’s Church unlocked and brightly lit in the middle of the night. Father Sergei Yerkhov, a visiting priest at Saint Malachi’s, has gone missing and there’s blood on the handrail leading from the church. Gabby’s imagination runs wild with possibilities. Detective Cassandra Meade knows she’s in for trouble when Gabby and Mary Jo—two nosy nuns—launch their own investigation.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherLinda Rettstatt
    Release dateNov 24, 2017
    ISBN9781370080397
    Father, Where Art Thou?: A Nosy Nuns Mystery (Volume 1)
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    Linda Rettstatt

    Linda Rettstatt is a best-selling and award-winning author of Women’s Fiction and Mainstream Contemporary Romance. In March of 2012 her novel, LOVE, SAM, won the prestigious EPIC eBook Award for Mainstream Fiction. And in April, 2016, LADIES IN WAITING won the EPIC eBook Award for Contemporary Fiction. Rettstatt grew up in the small town of Brownsville in Southwestern Pennsylvania. After 20 years living and working in Mississippi, she has returned to the hills of PA to write and work as an editor.

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      Father, Where Art Thou? - Linda Rettstatt

      Father, Where Art Thou?

      ~*~

      A Nosy Nuns Mystery

      by

      Linda Rettstatt

      Father, Where Art Thou?:

      A Nosy Nuns Mystery

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      Copyright © 2015, Linda Rettstatt

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      Cover Design – Linda Rettstatt and Kimberley Koz

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      Warning: All rights reserved. The unauthorized reproduction or distribution of this copyrighted work, in whole or part, in any form by any electronic, mechanical, or other means, is illegal and forbidden without the written permission of the author/publisher.

      This is a work of fiction. Characters, settings, names, and occurrences are a product of the author’s imagination and bear no resemblance to any actual person, living or dead, places or settings, and/or occurrences. Any incidences of resemblance are purely coincidental.

      Sisters Mary Jo Brunetto and Gabriel Schmidtzer stumble upon an apparent crime scene when they discover Saint Malachi’s Church unlocked and brightly lit in the middle of the night. Father Sergei Yerkhov, a visiting priest at Saint Malachi’s, has gone missing and there’s blood on the handrail leading from the church. Gabby’s imagination runs wild with possibilities. Detective Cassandra Meade knows she’s in for trouble when Gabby and Mary Jo—two nosy nuns—launch their own investigation.

      Chapter One

      M.J., wake up.

      Sister Mary Jo Brunetto, startled from sleep, blinked against the blinding glow of her bedside lamp. What? What’s wrong?

      Sister Gabriel stood with the bottom of her nightgown stuffed into a pair of sweatpants, making her look like a lumpy Weeble. She had pulled a ruffled fuschia polyester blouse over the top of the flannel gown. The lights are on in the church.

      M.J. rubbed her eyes and yawned. So? It’s probably Father Riley.

      I don’t think so. It’s almost three a.m.

      It’s the middle of the night.

      Yes. That’s why we have to go and check. It could be a burglary.

      Sitting on the edge of her bed, M.J. shook her head. Oh, no we don’t. If someone’s there, it won’t be smart to go busting in on them. Did you call the rectory?

      Yes. No one answers. I know Father Riley’s hard of hearing, but the phone rang at least ten times before going to voicemail. Something’s wrong. I can feel it in my bones.

      M.J. rolled her eyes. You always say that and we both know the only thing in your bones is arthritis.

      The older nun planted herself firmly in front of the door. Well, I’m going to investigate. If I’m not back in fifteen minutes, call the police. She turned and padded down the hall.

      M.J. groaned. Oh, God, help me. Lifting her eyes upward, she added, That’s a prayer. She pulled on a pair of jeans and a bulky sweatshirt that would hide the fact that she was braless. If she let Gabby go off on her own and something happened, she’d never forgive herself. Neither would their superior.

      By the time M.J. reached the back door that faced the school, parking lot and, off to the right, the church and rectory, Gabby was already striding across the lot. Darn, she’s fast for a senior citizen. At seventy-eight, Sister Gabriel had fought against retiring. That was probably the only battle she’d ever lost. M.J. eased the convent door closed behind her and hurried to catch up. Wait a minute, she hissed.

      Gabby slowed. I brought the key. Let’s go through the back door behind the sacristy. The lights aren’t on there. We can surprise them.

      Oh, good, because I was hoping we’d do that. Then what?

      Then we…well….

      M.J. took the key from Gabby’s hand and slid it into the lock, easing the door open as quietly as possible. We slip inside very quietly and, if we see someone in there, we slip back out just as quietly and I call the police, she whispered, holding up her cell phone.

      Fine, come on. Gabby pushed past her and into the darkened space.

      M.J. reached out and grabbed

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