Brenda W. (brendao) reviewed To Perish in Penzance (Dorothy Martin, Bk 7) on + 351 more book reviews
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Delightful Dorothy Martin "helps" her retired police inspector husband with a 30-year-old unsolved case. Events are made much more pressing by the discovery of a present-day corpse.
The Drood Review of Mystery says that Jeanne M. Dams demonstrates why this is one of the best cozy mystery series going today. She has a sure command of and a respect for the conventions of the traditional mystery, and she puts them to good use.
She was about twenty years old, with long blond hair and she had fallen from the cliffs to her death on the rocks below. She was fashionably dressed, had obviously been out to party, but the action of the water and sea life made circulating a picture of her impossible, but even with a description, no one identified her; no one reported a girl gone missing from any of the nearby villages. All the police knew was her approximate age, that she'd had a child a few months before she died, and that the cliff from which she fell was miles from anywhere. Her death was a mystery that had haunted Alan Nesbitt, Dorothy Martin's now-retired chief constable husband since 1968. Dorothy decides that even though the crime happened more than thirty years earlier she and Alan were going back to the scene of the crime and get to the bottom of the mystery for her husband's sake. She never expected to uncover another murder while they were at it.
She was about twenty years old, with long blond hair and she had fallen from the cliffs to her death on the rocks below. She was fashionably dressed, had obviously been out to party, but the action of the water and sea life made circulating a picture of her impossible, but even with a description, no one identified her; no one reported a girl gone missing from any of the nearby villages. All the police knew was her approximate age, that she'd had a child a few months before she died, and that the cliff from which she fell was miles from anywhere. Her death was a mystery that had haunted Alan Nesbitt, Dorothy Martin's now-retired chief constable husband since 1968. Dorothy decides that even though the crime happened more than thirty years earlier she and Alan were going back to the scene of the crime and get to the bottom of the mystery for her husband's sake. She never expected to uncover another murder while they were at it.
