Detective Dee Murder Most Chaste: Detective Judge Dee, #19

By John Pirillo

"It's a monster ghost!" SumPoo cries out in terror.

But it's not a monster.

Not a ghost.

It's a mystery.

A dark one of the worst kind.

A young girl is discovered wrapped in the tapestry of a dragon.

She has been raped.

But the method of her death is uncertain.

It will take Dee's specialized training in the Oriental sciences to pursue a trail of clues and discover the truth.

A truth that will shake those following the clues to their core.

Buy your book now.

• Language: English
• Publisher: John Pirillo
• Release date: Jul 10, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201880859

John Pirillo

The author was born in Washington, Pennsylvannia. He loves animals and birds. Has two pet cockatiels that keep him company while he writes. He has a lovely daughter and a rascally grandson. He is rich in friends that matter and well adjusted to a life of challenges. He writes and draws every day. He loves anything science fiction, fantasy or extremely well written. Same goes for movies and TV. Not married currently, but has an eye and ear open to possibilities. :)

Book preview

Detective Dee Murder Most Chaste

Detective Judge Dee, Volume 19

John Pirillo

Published by John Pirillo, 2021.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

DETECTIVE DEE MURDER MOST CHASTE

First edition. July 10, 2021.

Copyright © 2021 John Pirillo.

ISBN: 979-8201880859

Written by John Pirillo.

Detective Judge Dee

Murder Most Chaste

John Pirillo

Copyright 2021

Table of Contents

Ghost

Earlier

Murder

Inspector Bloodstone

The Dream Room

Scotland Yard

Cold Room

The Magical Fountain

Wahun Market

Soft Street,

Interrogation Room

Home,

Ghost

G host! Monster! SumPoo hollered with a hollow voice dripping with fear and terror.

A huge tapestry depicting an ancient Chinese dragon collapsed towards him, assuming the shape of some hideous monster as it dropped.

Earlier

Detective Judge Dee , or Dee, as known to his friends and working associates, pondered the huge warehouse of ancient objects of mythological and historical interest.

This section was strictly for Chinese artifacts.

The air was musty, but clear of dust.

The shadows were deep.

There were lights, but high up and low wattage, so, mostly they created pockets of deep shadows, with narrow reveals of the contents of the myriad shelves of stored items.

The smell of sandalwood, rosewood and aged bamboo and dried ink and watercolors mixed in the air with the rotting odor of dead rats who were buried somewhere in the numerous treasures, where they had finally succumbed to starvation.

A faint smell of urine also tainted the air. No doubt left by rats not yet lost in the depths of the vast chamber.

SumPoo shivered alongside him. Not from the dry, chill of the basement storage, but for another more intimate reason. SumPoo had a great fear of the dark. He claimed he saw things. Dee was never able to discover what, but SumPoo swore upon Kwan Yin’s name he was not imagining it. So, Dee tolerated SumPoo’s fantasies, knowing full well that if they were real that Kwan Yin would protect him. Was protecting him.

It’s big! SumPoo whispered, as if by doing so, he could diminish his concern that monsters might be hidden in the murky depths of the underground chamber.

The sound of his and SumPoo’s footsteps