From Pulpville Press.

    A young woman has been shot. The only thing taken from a scene is the shoe and stocking from her left leg…exposing her deformed foot. Wycliffe uncovers evidence of an unhappy woman who routinely manipulated the men in her life. As half the men in the village have been known to visit her, and most have reason to lie about it, finding the murderer will not be easy. Wycliffe's task is complicated by the discovery of some clues in the form of crossword puzzles left by the victim herself. If Pussy Welles knew she was going to die, why did she make no effort to save herself?

     Instead, James Shepherd, Chairman of the Golf Club calls to say he needs to see Lambert urgently. Despite his misgivings, Lambert honours the not-so-polite request and makes his way to the Golf Club later that night. Surprised by the lack of human presence at the Club, Lambert begins a room-by-room search for the chairman. Surely, he must still be around, after all, it had been Shepherd’s request to meet. And, Shepherd’s unmistakable Rolls Royce was still parked outside. Finding a very dead James Shepherd was not something Lambert had been expecting. The heavy knife that protruded from his chest suggested that this night was only about to get longer… Sergeant Bert Hook joins Lambert on the tedious task of speaking to all who’d last seen Shepherd. With the coroner’s estimated time of death to work on, Lambert focuses on the members of the committee who’d last seen Shepherd. The only problem is that none of them seem the least bit sorry about Shepherd’s death… Lambert is puzzled. Digging further into the movements of the key suspects, Lambert and Hook narrow down the potential motivation each suspect could have had and as the investigation unfolds, another call to Lambert and another request for an impromptu meeting throws another murder into the mix. Only this time, none of the suspects have alibis… Lambert is going to have to work hard and fast to bring this string of murders to a close. Or was the murderer too clever for their own good? Murder at the Nineteenth is a complex mystery full of suspense and misdirection. Praise for J M Gregson ‘Begins with quiet observation before pouncing to murderous effect’ - Sunday Express ‘A chilling story that never flags from start to finish’ - Bolton Evening News James Michael Gregson taught for twenty-seven years in schools, colleges and universities before concentrating on full-time writing. He has written books on subjects as diverse as golf and Shakespeare. His other crime novels include Bring Forth Your Dead, Dead on Course, Making a Killing, Stranglehold and Body Politic.

     Set in 1971, Detective Sergeant Morse is confronted by two deaths along Dead Man’s Walk, which he’s sure are connected to the Oxford Martyrs of the 1550s. There are clues and red-herrings aplenty as Morse uses his detective skills to be metaphorically furlongs ahead of the field, albeit on the wrong racecourse. For Morse there is romance, an unpleasant academic with which to contend, beer in copious quantities, opera, a crossword-type clue, and even an appearance by a boy named Dexter, but above all there is a murder mystery puzzle, set against the backdrop of 1970s Oxford, which only he can solve. For those who love Oxford, the iconic Inspector Morse or even just a good old mystery, Dead Man’s Walk is a taut, entertaining tale of intrigue and delight. Antony James is a British author. A pseudonym for Antony Richards, he is the chairman of the Inspector Morse Society and was a close friend of the late Colin Dexter. He is also an actor with the Irregular Special Players, who regularly produce Sherlock Holmes-based plays.