If you feared that you were going to be killed and had a good idea who it might be, would you leave a cryptic note asking a friend to investigate even the most natural-appearing death if it happened--and not name your suspect? That's the premise of this pleasant third entry in Sally Wright's Ben Reese series (Publish and Perish, Pride and Predator) and unlikely as it may be, she makes do with it more than adequately.
Georgina Fletcher is a Scottish academic, a sensible woman troubled in the weeks before her seemingly natural death by knowledge of some unpleasantness in her family's history and a strong desire to make amends for the misdeeds of her forbears. When a former student of American archivist Ben Reese inherits Georgina's estate, she asks him to help her solve the professor's mystery so that she can carry out Georgina's wishes. Ben's investigation turns up several likely suspects in Georgina's demise, and the secret of how she was killed. Along the way, the reader is treated to descriptions and explanations of matters as far-ranging as falconry, stone-sculpting, microbiology, and rare book collecting.
A relatively bloodless cozy with pacing as slow as a country stroll, Pursuit and Persuasion presents the petty rivalries of academia nicely. Ben Reese, whose background as a World War II scout provides enough of a provenance to put him in the detecting business, is an interesting protagonist who warrants a fuller portrayal. --Jane Adams
Book Description
ACADEMIC SLEUTH BEN REESE RETURNS TO SCOTLAND,
ENTANGLED IN A CASE OF MURDER AMONG FRIENDS.
The sudden death of rich, generous Scottish professor Georgina Fletcher seems like a tragic accident. Indeed, American archivist Ben Reese can scarcely believe that it was not. But Georgina had foreseen her death, and had laid down a secret trail of evidence pointing to a hard-hearted murder committed by someone with much to gain if she died--or to lose if she lived. Was it the brilliant sculptor Georgina had educated and supported? The beautiful student who is also her heir? Her late husband's business associates? Or a jealous colleague in her own department? It appears that someone very close to her not only killed with fiendish cleverness but wants to ensnare Ben like a blind rat in a live trap--from which he'll never escape. . . .
From the Inside Flap
ACADEMIC SLEUTH BEN REESE RETURNS TO SCOTLAND,
ENTANGLED IN A CASE OF MURDER AMONG FRIENDS.
The sudden death of rich, generous Scottish professor Georgina Fletcher seems like a tragic accident. Indeed, American archivist Ben Reese can scarcely believe that it was not. But Georgina had foreseen her death, and had laid down a secret trail of evidence pointing to a hard-hearted murder committed by someone with much to gain if she died--or to lose if she lived. Was it the brilliant sculptor Georgina had educated and supported? The beautiful student who is also her heir? Her late husband's business associates? Or a jealous colleague in her own department? It appears that someone very close to her not only killed with fiendish cleverness but wants to ensnare Ben like a blind rat in a live trap--from which he'll never escape. . . .
About the Author
Sally Wright is a graduate of Northwestern University, where she earned a degree in oral interpretation of literature. She has also completed graduate work at the University of Washington. Ms. Wright is the author of Publish and Perish, the debut of the Ben Reese series, and Pride and Predator.
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Wednesday, June 7th, 1961
They stood on the sidewalk in front of The Eagle and Child and stared past
each other at the night. They both looked like they'd been slapped, as the
door snapped shut behind them. Or as though they were reeling from some
recent event that made them question their hold on reality.
The thin, tailored Scotswoman, who looked like she was in her early sixties,
seemed more composed than the male American (who must have been a foot
taller and was probably thirty years younger). And when he said, "You never
get intimidated when you're teaching and I can't understand why you're
running now," she just looked at him as though he were a spoiled child she
was having to humor.
He was too young not to bristle, before he crushed his cigarette under a
heavy boot and tugged on his black leather jacket. "You're letting other
people make up your mind for you, and that's not the Professor Georgina
Fletcher I've spent most of my life looking up to."
"I do see that it must be frustrating for you. Since you'd prefer to make up
my mind yourself."
"I don't get it. I don't. Why won't you listen?" His face looked hot and
red, even underneath his two-day stubble, and yet his stare was cold and
controlled when he set his hands on his hips.
"It's a terribly complicated situation, and I can't explain fully at the
moment. But if it's any consolation a-tall, if I could do as you ask, I
would."
"Yeah, right!"
"Is it reasonable to be belligerent, do you think, when you, as I understand
it, are the one seeking the favor?" She said it quietly in a soft
English-educated Scottish voice, while looking him right in the eye.
"I'm trying to get your attention!" He glared down at her and shook his
head, before he lunged at her and grabbed her purse. He shoved something
into it he'd already pulled from his jacket pocket and tossed the bag back
to her. Then he was gone without a word, loping south down St. Giles toward
the Ashmolean Museum.
Georgina Fletcher had backed away from him before she had time to think, and
she stood leaning against a narrow stuccoed strip of wall between the pub's
door and the window on her left. She lowered the hand that had caught the
purse and rested her head on the cool wall. Then she pulled her suit coat
closer, while she stared at the very old hand-painted sign hanging above her
head--the eagle snatching up a naked baby who hung by an arm from its claws.
She'd always thought it an odd choice for a quiet respectable family
gathering place, frequented by civilized darts players and Oxford dons. But
at that moment, she empathized with the dangling child even more than she
had before.
She herself was unscathed, of course, only shaken and slightly embarrassed.
And it was that sense of exposure in far too private a moment that led her
to glance up and down the street to see if anyone had noticed. There are
always crowds coming and going in Oxford, certainly at ten o'clock at night,
but no one appeared to have stopped in his tracks. And that was a relief for
someone who likes to live tucked away far from the public eye.
She took time to feel through her purse, for whatever had been shoved inside
it, and found three folded carefully typed sheets of paper, which she read
while the creases in her forehead fought and her narrow mouth tightened. She
slipped the pages in her purse, pushed a hairpin back in her French roll,
smoothed her green wool skirt, and then turned to her left, walking north on
St. Giles toward the Woodstock Road.
She crossed Little Clarendon Street, and drew up between a bakery and Grey's
Restaurant. Then she waited for oncoming traffic before she crossed St.
Giles and slipped into the narrow stone path between St. Giles Church and
its cemetery.
It was cool and dark and slightly unnerving there at night in the shadows of
the cedars and the standing stones. And it irritated Georgina immensely that
her first reaction should be so absurdly irrational. Which in turn made her
refuse to pick her way out to Banbury Road any more quickly than usual.
She turned left on the uneven sidewalk, telling herself as she did many
times each day to pull her shoulders back and stride briskly, in spite of
all the creaks and crackles that had come with age and arthritis.
Then she was home, opening the wrought-iron gate in the stone wall that
wrapped around The Parsonage, the small stone inn next door to St. Giles
Church, where she always stayed in Oxford.
She'd lit a fire in the fireplace of her large cream-colored room, and she
sat staring at the flames from the desk between the two front windows. She'd
addressed a letter and written the first sentence, but she couldn't think
how to proceed.
There are moral decisions to be made. As always. And these are more critical
than many. How much ought I to tell? How much should I imply? Should I draw
attention to the person I suspect? And how much history should I dwell upon?
When I may be entirely wrong.
Pray God I am. For the pretense and the deceit, the sickness and the
selfishness, hardly bear thinking upon.
Of course, even if I am right about the danger, and the outcome I fear from
my own intervention, I may well be wrong as to the person responsible.
I don't think I am. There are too many threads pulled tight in that
direction. And yet one must be fair and not prejudice the case.
For if one were wrong, one could mislead the investigation from its
inception. Thereby endangering the innocent, and enabling the guilty to go
free.
No, one must err on the side of mercy.
Pursuit and Pursuasion: A Ben Reese Mystery FROM THE PUBLISHER
When a Scottish professor dies of "natural causes" after writing a letter that makes it sound like murder, legend Ben Reese steps in to investigate. Book Three of the series!
About the Author:
Sally S. Wright is the author of the Ben Reese Mystery novels Publish and Perish and Pride and Predator. She is a graduate of Northwestern University, where she earned a degree in oral interpretation of literature, and also completed graduate work at the University of Washington. She and her husband live in Ohio and are the parents of two children.