THIS EXCLUSIVE MURDER MYSTERY PARTY KIT WILL WORK FOR GROUPS OF SEVEN TO 50. You WON'T NEED to copy anything. Simply take apart this 8.5" X 11" book and you'll have what you need to orchestrate the mystery. Can you solve the case called "Murder Most Green"? Flaherty's True Green Plant Nursery has been serving the City of Blarney for 100 years since Pader Flaherty arrived in town and built a greenhouse to grow plants which were popular in his native Ireland. Through the years, operations expanded and, ten years ago, Pader's grandson Patrick became majority owner of a business that is still family-run. Today, Flaherty's is a major producer of shamrocks, supplying the entire state with the plant, especially for "the wearin' of the green." Although rumors persist that family members have been at odds with each other for years, the family has maintained an outward calm, denying all rumors of a rift. Last night, family, the nursery staff, and the nursery's best customer gathered at the Blarney Inn to celebrate the nursery's 100th anniversary of operation. Patrick Flaherty was the center of attention as the nursery's milestone was toasted. He was supposed to spend the night at the Inn with members of his family but, this morning, his body was found in the pond at the rear of the nursery. Tonight was to have been another party - this one celebrating St. Patrick's Day, with Patrick in attendance as the honored guest. Instead, it will be Patrick's wake. Who knows what will happen when you and the others gather to remember the life of Patrick Flaherty? The suspects . . . Fiona Reilly Flaherty - Wife of the deceased. This was the second marriage for both Patrick and Fiona. They met two years ago while Patrick was in Ireland, and were married six months later in Blarney. Seamus Flaherty - Son of the deceased. He has never married and has spent his whole life in his father's house. He will inherit the nursery upon Patrick's death, the latest in a line of Flahertys who have owned the nursery for the past 100 years. Molly Flaherty - Daughter of the deceased and Seamus' twin sister. Last year, she returned to Blarney after a 17-year absence. She has never told anyone about her life during her sojourn. Sean Flaherty - First cousin of the deceased and a native of County Cork. He arrived in Blarney four weeks ago to "complete a task." His family members consider him to be a bit eccentric because of his beliefs. Rory O'Casey - The operations manager at the nursery. Although he had limited experience with plants, he was hired by Patrick to run the nursery. He lives in a small cottage on the nursery grounds. Kathleen Moriarty - An employee of the nursery. She was born in Ireland and has worked for Patrick Flaherty for four years. She is a self-educated expert on flowers and exotic plants. Megan Sheffield - The nursery's best customer. An aficionado of flora, she visits the nursery weekly to select fresh-cut flowers and potted plants to decorate her flat in Blarney. ------------------ This complete Murder Mystery Party Kit from Mysteries on the Net contains everything you need to host your own event at home or in a large facility. YOU WON'T NEED TO COPY ANYTHING for a party of up to 50 people. The kit includes: - Complete instructions on how to run your party, - Facilitator instructions, - 7 suspect roles and role player instructions, - 16 invitations to your party, - 16 copies of a letter from the Undercover Detective, - 16 individual clues, - 8 copies of Patrick Flaherty's last will and testament, - 8 copies of the coroner's report, - 8 copies of a map of Flaherty's True Green Plant Nursery, - 8 copies of the answer sheets to be completed by your investigative teams, - And, of course, the solution to the case. You'll need to take apart the kit to prepare the material for your party. Your friends will enjoy the challenge of solving a case that will be talked about for years to com

A mad director, off his meds, is making a movie about how he murders the producers who ruined his career. The movie is in his mind. The murders are real. Tommy Veasy, a pot-smoking homicide detective--our hero--who writes poetry to help him solve cases and ward off despair, thinks he sees a pattern in these seemingly accidental deaths. His colleagues think he's being dramatic. But the bodies keep piling up. The staff of a syndicated TV show in its tenth year, formerly an international hit but now only being aired in Montenegro and Botswana, worries about how they will maintain their Hollywood lifestyles when they become unemployable. How will the producer finance his two-hooker-a-weekend habit? How will the staff writer pay private school tuition, an underwater mortgage, tennis club dues, the housekeeper, the gardener, cable TV bills, the couples' therapist, et al.? Not a big problem: the mad director has planted a bomb in the office phone and is frantically trying to set it off. And meanwhile, a home invader keeps invading the wrong homes, to everyone's perplexity. In other words: it's just another day in paradise.

It has never been shown that human emissions of the gas of life drive global warming. Large bodies of science that don't fit the narrative have been ignored by IPCC, COP and self-interested scientists paid by taxpayers. A huge subsidised industry of intermittent unreliable wind and solar electricity has been created based on unsubstantiated science. The same hucksters now want subsidised hydrogen, costly inefficient EVs, subsidised mega-batteries and other horribly expensive tried and failed schemes to impoverish people, create unemployment, transfer wealth and enrich China. Germany, Texas, California and the UK had a glimpse of Net Zero with blackouts, astronomically high electricity costs and hundreds of deaths. We once had reliable cheap electricity and now that governments have gone green, we are heading for hard economic times. In this book I charge the greens with murder. They murder humans who are kept in eternal poverty without coal-fired electricity. They support slavery and early deaths of black child miners. They murder forests and their wildlife by clear felling for mining and wind turbines. They murder forests and wildlife with their bushfire policies. They murder economies producing unemployment, hopelessness, collapse of communities, disrupted social cohesion and suicide. They murder free speech and freedoms and their takeover of the education system has ended up in the murdering of the intellectual and economic future of young people. They terrify children into mental illness with their apocalyptic death cult lies and exaggerations. They try to divide a nation. They are hypocrites and such angry ignorant people should never touch other people's money. The greens are guilty of murder. The sentence is life with no parole in a cave in the bush enjoying the benefits of Net Zero.

Death and blackmail make an unwelcome visit to the hottest dancehall in town in Phryne Fisher's delicious fifth mystery. Dancing divinely through the murder and mayhem of her fifth adventure, the elegant Phryne Fisher remains unflappable. Gorgeous in her sparkling lobelia-coloured georgette dress, delighted by her dancing skill, pleased with her partner and warmed by the admiring regard of the banjo player, Miss Phryne Fisher had thought of tonight as a promising evening at the hottest dancehall in town, the Green Mill. But that was before death broke in. In jazz-mad 1920s Melbourne, Phryne finds there are hidden perils in dancing the night away like murder, blackmail and young men who vanish. Phryne Fisher's fifth adventure leads to smoke-filled clubs, a dashingly handsome band leader, some fancy flying indeed across the Australian Alps and a most unexpected tryst with a gentle stranger.

It's springtime on Cranberry Island—and love is in the air. It seems like every woman has the hots for buff trainer Dirk De Leon. He and his equally-gorgeous business partner, Vanessa Black, are leading a weight-loss retreat at the Gray Whale Inn—forcing innkeeper Natalie Barnes to lighten up her butter-laden breakfast menu. The mood on the island darkens when two grisly discoveries are made. The first is a skeleton walled up at the island's lighthouse. The second is a corpse of the fresh variety—the handsome Dirk! Could the spirit that once embodied the skeletal remains—perhaps the lighthouse keeper who disappeared a century ago—be responsible for Dirk's death? The police pin the blame on Natalie's boyfriend who—to her dismay—had a long-ago fling with Vanessa. To find the true killer and ease her own aching heart, Natalie must untangle the knot of jealous girlfriends and spurned admirers that once surrounded the hunky trainer. Praise: "MacInerney adds a dash of the supernatural, throws in some touristy tidbits and finishes with some tasty diet-right recipes."—Publishers Weekly "All thumbs up for Murder Most Maine, another in the engaging series of Cranberry Island mysteries. Karen MacInerney writes with verve and vitality, and her Natalie Barnes is a Maine original. I'm ready to book a room at the Gray Whale Inn!"—Susan Wittig Albert, bestselling author of Nightshade and other China Bayles Herbal Mysteries

Murder Most Medieval is a collection of short stories set in medieval times in which murders are solved by the cleverest of methods. Included are stories by Peter Tremayne, Clayton Emery, and Ellis Peters.

Clare Cosi’s new friend, millionaire David Mintzer, has an offer no New York barista could turn down: an all-expenses-paid summer away from the sticky city. At his Hamptons mansion, she’ll relax, soak up the sun, and, oh yes, train the staff of his new restaurant. So Clare packs up her daughter, her former mother-in-law, and her special recipe for iced coffee—for what she hopes will be one de-latte-ful summer… Soon, Clare tends the coffee bar at her first Hamptons gala. But the festivities come to a bitter end when an employee turns up dead in David’s bathroom—a botched attempt on the millionaire’s life. Thanks to the Fourth of July fireworks no one heard any gunshots, and the police are stuck in holiday traffic. Concerned for everyone’s safety, Clare begins to investigate. What she finds will keep her up at night—and it’s not the java jitters....