Murder Makes a Pilgrimage: A Sister Mary Helen Mystery - Softcover

Readers have come to delight in the murder-solving exploits of septuagenarian Sister Mary Helen and her cohort Sister Eileen, two nuns with a nose for nabbing killers. Publishers Weekly calls the Sister Mary Helen Mysteries "refreshingly different" and a "heady mix of humor and suspense." Once you meet this spry, clever sleuth, you'll want to make a habit of reading her adventures again and again.

A Beautiful Pilgrim Finds One Deadly End of the Road

Vivacious and outgoing, Lisa Springer was the most unlikely member of the free pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela, the birthplace of Christianity in Spain. And Sister Mary Helen soon had reason to suspect the auburn-haired knockout knew the other members of the tour group--and some of their ugliest secrets--all too well. So when Lisa was discovered strangled to death in a saint's crypt, Sister Mary faced no end of likely suspects-from Lisa's dangerously disaffected "best friend" to the group's charming, unreliable guide to the mild-mannered professor with a relentlessly snobbish wife. And when Sister Mary Helen becomes the target of a number of frightening "accidents," she and Sister Eileen must race to uncover Lisa's past and expose a clever killer hellbent on prematurely sending one sleuthing nun to her heavenly reward.

Eyes closed, Sister Mary Helen whispered a prayer and touched St. James' coffin lid. She didn't expect it to feel wet and sticky...

Distracted, she opened her eyes. What in heaven's name could be leaking down here?

Her heart gave a sickening jolt. A streak of red was smeared from the corner of the lid down one side-as though a bloody rag had been dragged over it. Then Mary Helen saw it on the marble floor below, awkwardly stuffed behind the ornate casket. Rivulets of blood snaked down from the body's gaping head wound onto its shimmering evening dress like scratches. Mary Helen peered at the face, half covered with strands of auburn hair. Vacant blue eyes stared back at her. Across the throat was a thick cruel welt.

Someone had strangled Lisa Springer...