Stephen Harrison

“Magatha Crispy and the Somerset Murder” A sharp detective mystery soaked in rain, secrets, and an old Kate Bush record still spinning. . Content Warning.

The rain fell in sheets over the Somerset countryside, drumming a steady rhythm on the roof of Magatha Crispy’s compact blue Mini Cooper. She parked outside the crumbling manor where the body of Hilary Carmichael had been discovered just hours earlier. The constable on duty, a jittery man with the unfortunate name of Percy Whimp, adjusted his hat as she stepped out.