Improvisato: The Fourth Albert Mystery

by David Crossman

Some people with strong opinions said Albert was an idiot savant, others that he was just an idiot, and still others that he his international renown as a composer and concert pianist, to say nothing of receiving the only Nobel Prize in Music ever awarded, attested to the fact that he was, quite simply, a genius. Eccentric, but a genius. If asked, he would probably have put himself in the second category; he and the world were enigmas to one another. But he did know three things: music, geography, and accents. And to these natural attributes, since meeting legless Jeremy Ash, he had added the skills of lock-picking and solving crimes. Murders. And murders produced dead people. The thing about dead people though, is they're only dead physically. They can still chase you down and find you wherever you go. Albert suspected as much when he fled to The Last Place On Earth - New Zealand - to escape the ever-growing congregation of ghosts he'd collected in four years. Even so, the body in the surf - an oriental girl in a sea-green dress - was unexpected. So were the four dead women of Parliament Row. Where could he run from the Last Place On Earth? Surprisingly, there's a place even Kiwis think remote: Chatham Island, the perfect place to hide, for those with most to hide.

433 pages, Kindle Edition

Published November 19, 2018