Please note: This was previously published as Maxwell’s Crossing
Christmas is the time for overcooked turkey and excessive decorations. Not murder!
But murder’s certainly on the Christmas cards for Peter Maxwell when a woman plummets from a car park roof. That same day a secretary enters her boss’s office and finds him disembowelled at his desk.
Nothing appears to link the victims. But could there be a connection with the arrival of the new History teacher? He seems to know a suspicious amount about the residents of Leighford and their shady pasts.
Can Maxwell solve the mystery before this ghost of Christmas past strikes again?
Meirion James Trow is a full-time teacher of history who has been doubling as a crime writer for seventeen years. Originally from Ferndale, Rhondda in South Wales he now lives on the Isle of Wight. His interests include collecting militaria, film, the supernatural and true crime.
Love the way this author writes. Intelligent, always interesting and full of asides to make you smile. Great fun as always! The characters and their descriptions really bring them to life. I love Mums, Dads and Nolan!
After non-stop speed-reading thru 17 Schoolmaster mysteries, the pace has only increased. The tension of Maxwells Christmas reached a peak, leaving me nearly breathless. I love the humor of these books, the language and the complexity. More, please.
This is the 17th book in a series. I have only read one other and that was the first one. The character iof Maxwell has come a long way. He was a widower , history professor with quirks. He has since married a police inspector and has a five year old son. The additional characters add a great deal more warmth and interest to a mystery about a serial killer.
I just love this series, Mad Max always makes me smile. As ever, a hugely entertaining read & little Nolan is becoming quite a character in his own right - a proper chip off the old block, I foresee trouble ahead....
A poor plot that should have been disclosed by a few simple police enquires of the gun register after the first murder. There is an inspector who does not actually do any detecting, her husband, a schoolmaster, who seems to get the credit and again does little. A poor book.