I sat down on one of the couches. 'So, Stepfather, ' I said, 'Who did you kill?' 'He didn't kill anyone!' Mother snapped. 'Don't be silly!' I sighed. 'Okay. So who didn't you kill?' Back briefly to Italy from his self-imposed exile in Athens, Marcus Corvinus is not a happy bunny; particularly since he and his wife Perilla are sharing their holiday with Corvinus's mother and antiquities- obsessed stepfather Helvius Priscus. Then, when Priscus is caught standing over the corpse of one of the local landowners with the murder weapon in his hand, life suddenly becomes much more interesting... The fifth book in the Marcus Corvinus series.
I sat down on one of the couches. 'So, Stepfather, ' I said, 'Who did you kill?' 'He didn't kill anyone!' Mother snapped. 'Don't be silly!' I sighed. 'Okay. So who didn't you kill?' Back briefly to Italy from his self-imposed exile in Athens, Marcus Corvinus is not a happy bunny; particularly since he and his wife Perilla are sharing their holiday with Corvinus's mother and antiquities- obsessed stepfather Helvius Priscus. Then, when Priscus is caught standing over the corpse of one of the local landowners with the murder weapon in his hand, life suddenly becomes much more interesting... The fifth book in the Marcus Corvinus series.
