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Died in the Wool: A Knitting Mystery [Paperback]

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  • Category: Books (Fiction)
  • Author:  Kruger, Mary
  • Author:  Kruger, Mary
  • ISBN-10:  1982159995
  • ISBN-10:  1982159995
  • ISBN-13:  9781982159993
  • ISBN-13:  9781982159993
  • Publisher:  Gallery Books
  • Publisher:  Gallery Books
  • Pages:  336
  • Pages:  336
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Binding:  Paperback
  • Pub Date:  01-Nov-2020
  • Pub Date:  01-Nov-2020
  • SKU:  1982159995-11-MPOD
  • SKU:  1982159995-11-MPOD
  • Item ID: 104322141
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The first novel in Mary Kruger’s “lively” (Publishers Weekly) knitting-themed mystery series set in coastal Massachusetts.

Ariadne Evans is the proud owner of her very own knitting shop. And she’s just got herself in a stitch.

When Ariadne enters her knitting store one day to find longtime customer Edith Perry strangled to death with homespun yarn, she fears her life is about to come undone—again, since she’s still getting over a divorce. Her worries increase when she’s questioned by detective Joshua Pierce, who may or may not have designs on her. While Josh pieces together the details of the crime, clues about Ariadne’s ties to Miss Perry come to light...and a bizarre pattern unfolds. Now it’s up to Ariadne to do some sleuthing of her own. Can she untangle the investigation without getting snarled up into too much trouble? That depends on whether the killer is as crafty as she is...Mary Kruger is an avid knitter and the author of the Gilded Age mystery series. She lives in New Bedford, Massachusetts.Died in the Wool

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LATER, ARIADNE WOULD BE APPALLED that her first reaction at seeing Edith Perry’s body sprawled on the floor of her shop, a tangle of yarn around her throat, was that Edith had finally chosen good yarn. She would be horrified that she had wished the yarn wasn’t one of her favorites. It was shock, she knew: finding a dead body always had that effect.

After her initial reaction she stood, shocked in place, then kneeled beside the counter. “Omigod. Omigod,” she gasped. A purple wool homespun yarn was tangled about Edith’s neck and tied in back to two sticks in a crude, but effective, garrote. “Omigod, Edith, wake up.” She took the woman’s wrist in her hand, hoping, praying that she might be alive. There was no pulse. InstelsQ
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