The Collector: A Very Cozy Mystery

In the quaint English village of Charmsbury, nestled just outside the seaside town of Bournemouth, a peculiar mystery began to unfold. The village elders, a respected council of twelve who governed the community like a mayor, found themselves inundated with baffling reports. Seemingly innocuous items were going missing - a lone sock here, a small pillow there, even the odd pair of undergarments. At first, the thefts seemed more an eccentric nuisance than a crime of grave concern.
One day, an important woman in the village, Mrs. Camilla Smythe, told the council that a small bag containing several pieces of gold and diamond jewelry, including her dead husband's wedding ring, has been taken. Now, the town is all a twitter about the thefts and demand answers.
The council of twelve gathered in the small village hall, their faces etched with concern. "Ladies and gentlemen, we must get to the bottom of these thefts at once," Mayor Hargrove declared, his voice booming in the small room.

I was born in England, but have lived in Southern California for many years. I m now retired and live in the Pacific NW in a little seaside city amongst the giant redwoods and wonderful harbor, almost at the Oregon border. My husband and I have one cat, called Midnight and she is featured in two of my latest Sci-Fi short stories. I love Science Fiction, animals, and trying to help others. I publish under Doreen Milstead as well as my own name. My photo was taken right before the coronation of QE II in the UK.