: Marcia Dove
: Campus Casualty
: BookBaby
: 9781667855394
: Campus Casualty
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: Krimis, Thriller, Spionage
: English
: 274
: kein Kopierschutz
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Maggie's excitement about moving into her new office on the PSU Campus is short-lived when her nemesis, Dr. Harrison, picks a fight with her when she arrives to collect the key. Frustrated and fed up with Harrison's bullying, she threatens to report him, further inciting him; his shouting attracts a gathering crowd. The troubling realization that Dr. Harrison's office is located across the hall from hers becomes problematic when she finds Harrison dead in his office the day after their altercation - her sketchy alibi is sure to place her on the top of the detective's suspect list.

Meet the Author - Marcia Dove Marcia Dove is an avid reader of mystery novels, inspired by her late grandmother, Edith, a faithful follower of Agatha Christi. A former hospitality professional for over thirty years, Marcia writes about what she knows best; hospitality, the business of people- no stranger to the glamourous but often stressful world of hotel management. With a minor in Psychology, she approaches character-building introspectively-real-world people with all their frailties. Her books include a splash of romance, and a peek at hotel life from a former general manager's perspective. Earning her MBA in International Hotel and Tourism in 2004, she embarked on a new career as a Hospitality Instructor. She continues to teach part-time online and loves interacting with her students from all walks of life. Marcia lives in Ocala, Florida, with her three orange cats, Freddie, Cupcake, and Pumpkin. Much of her time is devoted to writing her upcoming three-part Maggie McManus Mystery series.

ChapterOne

My relocation to River Town five months ago was the change I needed. As a new instructor, I am on a learning curve and spend considerable time creating lesson plans and organizing classroom and online activities. I love working with students, and memberships in the Rotary Club and the local Chamber of Commerce became the catalyst connecting me with my community. Several members of the Chamber of Commerce volunteered to work with my students on class projects. A win-win for all; the members benefit from the students’ services, and students gain the hands-on experience needed to enter the workforce in theirfield.


Attending weekly luncheons and networking events hosted by these organizations fulfills the sorely needed social aspect of my life. Daily walks around my neighborhood are spirit-lifting opportunities to interact with neighbors and provideexercise.

Mondays are one of my most challenging workdays, and I don’t always have time towalk

My spirits are especially low today, and I don’t want to spend the day in a glum mood, a good sign I need to fit in a walk. I dressed in a navy-blue spandex two-piece walking suit, lifted my curly auburn hair into a ponytail, and slipped on socks and sneakers. Taking a water bottle from the refrigerator, I opened the front door, stepped off the porch, and started walking at a steady pace. It is a picture-perfect fall day; the trees are showing off their vibrant colors, the air is crisp but not too cool, and the sun is shining; it feels so good to bemoving.

Halfway through my walk, I spotted one of my newest neighbors, Nancy, and her dog Henry, an adorable Jack Russell Terrier puppy. With his patch of brown and black around one eye, Henry reminds me of Spanky McFarland’s dog, Petey of Little Rascalsfame.

Nancy stopped walking, waiting for me to catchup.

“I am so glad I ran into you this morning. We have relatives joining us for Thanksgiving this year. Can you recommend a goodrestaurant?”

“Yes, The River Town Hotel and Conference Center serves a traditional Thanksgiving dinner. They are taking reservations for both the dining room and the ballroom, but I wouldn’t wait too long; they are sure to fill upfast.”

“Thanks, Maggie. I will give them a call when I get home and be sure to tell them you recommendedthem.”

Henry, always looking for attention, began excitedly jumping up and down in front of me. Bending down, I rubbed him gently behind his ears, and after stroking his velvety fur for a few minutes, I left him happily wagging his tail and Nancy smiling affectionately down at her littleHenry.

I wish I hadn’t brought up The River Town Hotel and Conference Center, a reminder of why I feel so down. The hotel’s manager, Trip Evans, and I had been dating when our relationship hit a significant bump in the road last Saturday night. On a long-overdue visit, Trip’s parents arrived in town to attend his housewarming party. Unbeknownst to Trip, they arrang