*Promo Post* Dead Ringery by Sarah Fox

Posted June 13, 2015 by Sally in Promotional Event / 0 Comments

*Promo Post* Dead Ringery by Sarah Fox

*Promo Post* Dead Ringery by Sarah FoxDead Ringer by Sarah Fox
Published by HarperCollins on June 2, 2015
Genres: Mystery & Detective, Mystery/Thriller/Suspense
Format: eBook
ISBN: 9780062413031

Dead Ringer by Sarah Fox is the first in the Music Lover’s Mystery series.

Orchestra practice hits the wrong chord when a fellow musician is found dead, and violinist (and now amateur sleuth) Midori Bishop finds herself investigating more than just a new concerto in Sarah Fox’s new cozy mystery, Dead Ringer.

Midori Bishop’s life is hitting all the right notes. She has her dream job playing violin in the Point Grey Philharmonic Orchestra, and is embarking on a new relationship with the symphony’s hot maestro. But when Midori finds a cellist strangled to death during a rehearsal, the maestro soon becomes the number one suspect and Midori his only supporter.

Midori sets out to prove the maestro’s innocence, but soon discovers that he and many others have secrets they would rather keep hidden. For someone who was only a ringer - a temporary member of the orchestra - the dead cellist had certainly made a lot of enemies. And as the investigation takes Midori closer to the truth, the killer gears up for a grand finale -with Midori as the intended victim.

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Setting my violin and bow in my instrument case for safekeeping, I removed a bottle of water from my bag and took a long drink. I exchanged a few words with a couple of my fellow second violinists and then headed off in search of a washroom. I made my way back up to the main floor of the church, certain I’d seen a ladies’ room on my way down to the auditorium when I’d first arrived.

I was right. At the top of the stairs and halfway down another creaking corridor, I found the women’s washroom. Both of the two stalls were already occupied, so I checked my hair in the mirror while I waited. As I tucked a few flyaway strands behind my right ear, I heard a muffled thump from somewhere out in the corridor.

Curious, I left the washroom and peered up and down the hallway. There was no one in sight. There was, however, another thud, followed by the sound of hurried, retreating footsteps.

I might not have Spidey senses, but I definitely had an inkling that something was amiss.

Ignoring my less-than-urgent need to return to the washroom in favor of satisfying my curiosity, I tiptoed along the hallway, away from the stairway that led down to the basement.

I reached the end of the corridor where it joined the narthex. I knew from entering the church earlier that there was a staircase right around the corner, leading to the upper level. Pausing for a second, I listened for any further sounds, but all was quiet. Eerily so.

Goose bumps formed on my arms, and my heart thudded like a drum beaten on by an overzealous percussionist. I drew in a deep breath and moved around the corner.

I was met by a pair of feet. The feet were, unsurprisingly, attached to legs, and the legs were attached to a body. Jeremy Ralston’s body, to be precise. He was sprawled on his stomach on the worn red carpet of the staircase, his feet near the bottom, his head higher up. He wasn’t moving.


He didn’t so much as twitch when I said his name.

Gripping the railing for support, I took two tentative steps up the stairs. That was far enough to allow me to get a good look at his face.

Never the most attractive man to begin with, Jeremy now qualified as hideous. His face was splotchy, mottled with red, and his eyes were open a fraction of an inch.

I barely took the time to register the angry red marks on his throat before I hastily backed down the stairs.

Jeremy was dead.


About Sarah Fox

Sarah Fox was born and raised in Vancouver, British Columbia where she developed a love for mysteries at a young age. When not writing novels or working as a legal writer she is often reading her way through a stack of books or spending time outdoors with her English Springer Spaniel.

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