Murder in Misdirection: A Doyle & Acton Mystery (The Doyle and Acton Scotland Yard series Book 7)

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by Anne Cleeland


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  MURDER IN MISDIRECTION

  It occurred to Doyle that Acton hadn’t asked about the events at Wexton Prison, and she decided she’d wait a bit—a bit unsettled about it, he was. She couldn’t have asked for a better demonstration of not being able to control things, and hopefully it had given him pause.

  They sat together in companionable silence for a small space of time, and then Acton lifted his head to speak again— amused, he was. “I must tell you something, and I’m not certain how to go about it.”

  She teased, “I’m too much of a burden to bear, and so you’re leavin’ me for the fair Tasza.”

  “Definitely not. Brace yourself; you’re getting another commendation for bravery.”

  She laughed aloud. “Truly? Am I allowed to refuse?” “I’m afraid not.”

  “Then ring up the London World News,” she sighed with mock-resignation. “Faith, I’m a legend in my own time—and Munoz will want to slay me, for dredgin’ it all back up again.”

  “Very true. You should perhaps consider her feelings first, the next time you are tempted to make a mass arrest.”

  “I should consider yours, too. I see a few grey hairs, Michael.”

  “Nonsense. You are worth every grey hair.”

  She smiled at the sleeping Edward. “We’re parents, Michael. Can you imagine?”

  “No,” he confessed with a smile, and it was the truth.

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  Table of Contents

  Murder in Misdirection

  Anne Cleeland

  Chapter 1

  He left to pick her up at the church,

  Chapter 2

  Snap, went the trap.

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  All was in readiness, and they’d only to wait.

  Chapter 5

  Snap, went another trap.

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Perhaps in a few days he’d suggest,

  Chapter 8

  He was quite looking forward to his confirmation.

  T hat night, Doyle had one of her dreams.

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  The furniture was ready to be delivered,

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  A shame, that it was necessary.

  Chapter 16

  Savoie, on time to the minute.

  Chapter 17

  Very soon, he could take her home—she was tired.

  Chapter 18

  Another ten minutes, perhaps.

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Of course, she knew.

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  She was tired, and hadn’t eaten much.

  Chapter 35

  Chapter 36

  Chapter 37

  Chapter 38

  He signaled to his assistant,

  Chapter 39

  Chapter 40

  Chapter 41

  Chapter 42

  Chapter 43

  He was tentatively hopeful that she didn’t mind staying

 

 

 


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