Happy National Crime Reading Month!

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 It's June which means it's National Crime Reading Month. Lots of events are planned across the country and you can find out more about them at crimereading.com I'm hosting a couple of events at West Barnes Library in Motspur Park.

First up, we have a murder mystery to solve! There's been a murder in Motspur Park. Miles Whitehead, local businessman was found dead in a ditch next to the pathway that runs between the park and the cemetery. Can you follow the clues and find the killer?




Then on Monday 17th June, at 7.30pm, Graham Bartlett and Biba Pearce are coming to West Barnes Library to tell us about their police procedural books. Graham is a retired chief superintendent of Sussex Police and used to be in charge of Brighton and Hove. It's £2 cash entry on the door and books will be available to buy and be signed by the authors. Please book your space either by contacting the library using the details below or click here. Graham will help to solve our murder mystery and the winner will be announced. The prize is a bag of crime books and some of my famous triple chocolate cookies!



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