Aslan Kennedy has an idyllic life: leader of a spiritual retreat for wealthy holidaymakers on one of the Caribbeanâs most unspoilt islands, Saint-Marie.
Until heâs murdered, that is. The case seems open and shut: when Aslan was killed he was inside a locked room with only five other people, one of whom has already confessed to the murder.
Detective Inspector Richard Poole is hot, bothered and fed up with talking to witnesses whoâd rather discuss his âauraâ than their whereabouts at the time of the murder. But he also knows that the facts of the case donât quite stack up. In fact, heâs convinced that the person whoâs just confessed to the murder is the one person who couldnât have done it.
Determined to track down the real killer, DI Poole is soon on the trail and no stone will be left unturned.
ISBN: 978-1-474-00658-3
A MEDITATION ON MURDER
© 2015 Robert Thorogood
Published in Great Britain 2015
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ROBERT THOROGOOD is the creator of the hit BBC ONE TV series Death in Paradise.
He was born in Colchester, Essex, in 1972. When he was ten years old, he read his first proper novelâAgatha Christieâs Peril at End Houseâand heâs been in love with the murder mystery genre ever since.
Since university, he spent many years supporting his writing career in a variety of temping jobs, from being a magician in Hamleyâs to being part of the team at Transport for London who introduced the congestion charge; and from working in Menâs Accessories in Harrods to being the person who changed the TV remote control batteries for the Saudi Royal Family. And all the time he had a battered Agatha Christie novel in his back pocket.
He now lives in Marlow in Buckinghamshire with his wife, children and a Bengal cat called Daniel.
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Aslan Kennedy had no need of an alarm clock. Instead, he found he woke every morning quite naturally as the sun began to peek over the horizon.
In fact, heâd been waking with the sun ever since heâd decided a few years back that he no longer believed in alarm clocks. Any more than he believed in money, the internet, or any kind of âone cupâ tea bag. For Aslanâhotel-owner, yoga instructor and self-styled Spiritual Guruâthe wristwatch, with its arbitrary division of seconds, minutes and hours, was a potent symbol of enslavement. A manacle mankind wore while they worshipped at the false idol they called progress.
It made making appointments with him a little trying, of course. But that wasnât Aslanâs problem. Not the way he saw it.
On this particular morning, Aslan lay quietly in bed (mahogany, Belle Epoque) until he felt his chakras align. He then swung his legs out onto the teak floorboards (Thai, imported) and padded over to a floor-length mirror (gilt-framed, Regency) where he inspected his reflection. The man who stared back at him looked much older than his fifty-six yearsâif only because his flowing white hair, beard and white cotton nightshirt gave him a Jesus/Gandalf vibe. But, as Aslan would be the first to admit, the miracle was that he was alive at all. And, as far as he was concerned, the reason why heâd been able to turn his life around was entirely down to his wonderful wife, Rianka.