Christmas Theft: A Bettie Private Eye Mystery Short Story: The Bettie English Private Eye Mysteries, #1

By Connor Whiteley

A Family Secret. A Theft At Christmas. The Last Hope is a Private Eye.

Private Eyes love Christmas and crime.

Bettie loves her family. She receives a strange call. She worries about her nephew.

Can she help her nephew before time's up?

If you love enthralling, gripping, Christmas-y private eye short stories, you'll love this one!

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• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Oct 28, 2021
• ISBN: 9798201969226

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

CHRISTMAS THEFT

Walking along the small brown corridor of the university accommodation, Bettie tried to ignore the horrible brown carpet and the smooth bright yellow walls but that was hard. Too hard. Even when she went to this same university here in Canterbury, England a few decades ago, she never could appreciate the university’s design choice.

As she passed more and more wooden doors with their little hotel keypads on the outside, Bettie breathed in the typical smell of university. Weed, and lots of it. She could even see smoke coming out from one of the doors and Bettie coughed as she passed it.

She knew it was normal at university to smoke weed, she never did but she knew basically everyone else did. Yet surely these university students should have more sense to smoke outside and not in their rooms.

Shaking the thoughts away, Bettie kept walking along the corridor, listening to the talking, laughing and even singing in the rooms as she went. That was something she missed about university, the community. Sure Bettie didn’t like the partying aspects of it but she had made some great friends, and she supposed it was a lot easier to make friends back then compared to now.

Bettie looked ahead