Over my dead body / Maz Evans.
By: Evans, Maz.
Publisher: London : Headline, 2024Description: 320 pages ; 20 cm.ISBN: 9781035402342 (pbk.) :; 1035402343 (pbk.) :.Subject(s): Crime | Crime | Modern & contemporary fiction | Crime & mystery fiction | Classic crime fiction | Thriller / suspense fictionGenre/Form: Detective and mystery stories.Summary: Hello? Can you hear me? Probably not. I'm Dr Miriam Price - and I'm dead. The local police, who couldn't investigate their own nostrils, think I drank myself into an early grave. The nerve! I was murdered. I was just too plastered to know whodunnit, that's all. Unless I prove to my inquest this week that my death was no 'misadventure', I'm condemned to 50 years in Limbo. I have to find my killer - but I can't communicate with any living human. Well, there's one, but she barely qualifies. Winnie - my neighbour and nemesis. It seems the dying can interact with the dead, which is helpful news for me, if not stellar for Winnie. Oh well. She'll live. Maybe. Suspects? How long have you got? My saintly husband, who'd reached his limit? My best friend, who was anything but? My secret lover, or his wife? My disgruntled colleague?| Item type | Home library | Class number | Status | Date due | Barcode | Item reservations | |
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| Adult book | Haydock Library Thriller | Ordered |
Originally published: 2023.
Hello? Can you hear me? Probably not. I'm Dr Miriam Price - and I'm dead. The local police, who couldn't investigate their own nostrils, think I drank myself into an early grave. The nerve! I was murdered. I was just too plastered to know whodunnit, that's all. Unless I prove to my inquest this week that my death was no 'misadventure', I'm condemned to 50 years in Limbo. I have to find my killer - but I can't communicate with any living human. Well, there's one, but she barely qualifies. Winnie - my neighbour and nemesis. It seems the dying can interact with the dead, which is helpful news for me, if not stellar for Winnie. Oh well. She'll live. Maybe. Suspects? How long have you got? My saintly husband, who'd reached his limit? My best friend, who was anything but? My secret lover, or his wife? My disgruntled colleague?