Rotherham Murder
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Last published Mon, Aug 17, 2020
When the newly married Mrs. Rotherham was mysteriously murdered in her bath, the whole of Violet Hills was pushed into a dilemma - Whether to put Mr. Rotherham behind the bars or to listen to the cries and plea of the newly widowed Mr. Rotherham.
That was when a tall, well-built man along with his slender and petite built wife came into the town introducing themselves and Mr. and Mrs. Scarlet, Private Investigators.
With his hair like flame and her skin like molten brass and gold, they were a match made in heaven for with his wits and her brains they could solve even the unsolved.
For them, Rotherham Murder was a new quest to conquer.
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