The Oldminster Mysteries: Books 1-5 (The Oldminster Mysteries #1-5)
(By Norman Russell)


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Welcome to the sleepy English town of where history haunts the halls and secrets fester behind lace curtains.
Nestled in the heart of rural Oldshire, the cathedral city of Oldminster is all ivy-covered colleges, creaking bookshops, and genteel façades. But don’t be fooled by the charm — beneath the cobbled streets and tidy hedgerows lies a world of intrigue. From ancient family estates like Renfield Hall to the atmospheric lanes of Abbot’s Grayling, this is a place where aristocratic pride clashes with modern ambition, and murder is never far from the tea tray. Because in Oldminster, everyone has something to hide — and someone is always watching.
MEET YOUR DETECTIVES
Inspector Paul French has always been a stickler for order — until the arrival of his baby daughter late in his marriage to Moira turned his orderly world upside down. Always impeccably polite — he knows how to navigate aristocratic pretensions, local feuds, and the labyrinthine ties of old village families, all without ruffling too many feathers. French is the kind of man who drinks strong tea, keeps a dog-eared notebook, and believes very firmly that murder, no matter how genteel its setting, must be treated with absolute seriousness.
Thirty-something Sergeant Glyn Edwards is weathered from years of police work, with a dry humour that’s a hit among Oldminster’s tight-lipped locals. He lives with his wife Sandra, but his home life is anything but blissful. With his marriage slowly derailing, all he has to fall back on is his work. Edwards isn’t one for grand theories, but he sees the small things: the nervy glance, the missing key, the crack in a polished alibi. He’s the one who usually notices something that turns the whole case on its head.
Together, French and Edwards unravel the most tangled of crimes proving that murder cannot hide . . . even in the prettiest villages.”