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    Daisy: Not Your Average Super-sleuth! A Very Unexpected African Adventure: Daisy Morrow, #3
    Daisy: Not Your Average Super-sleuth! A Very Unexpected African Adventure: Daisy Morrow, #3
    Daisy: Not Your Average Super-sleuth! A Very Unexpected African Adventure: Daisy Morrow, #3
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    Daisy: Not Your Average Super-sleuth! A Very Unexpected African Adventure: Daisy Morrow, #3

    By R T Green

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    Essentially-English, almost-certainly quirky, and definitely a little crazy, come and meet our feisty R.E.D. (Retired Extremely Daisy) heroine, and find out why she's such a hit with readers!

     

    "One of the best cozy mysteries I've ever read!"

     

    "A real breath of fresh literary air!"


     

    The Third One: A Very Unexpected African Adventure -

     

    When her daughter's life is at stake, there's no one quite like our R.E.D. heroine!

    Following an unexpected lead Celia might have been sold by traffickers to someone in Africa three years ago, Daisy, Aidan and Sarah head for Uganda. They've only been in the country a few minutes when a mysterious dying man thrusts a note into Daisy's hand. Now there isn't just one, but two mysteries to be solved!

    The extra mystery deepens as three different people confess to a murder that took place many years ago. But there's a silver lining to solving a case the local police closed in the nineteen-sixties, because it unearths an overgrown path that just might lead them to Celia. With mortal danger lurking around every unfamiliar corner, it doesn't stop Daisy doing what must be done for her family... even if it ends in an international incident!

     

    Check out Daisy, and everything else we do, on the brand new rtgreen website.

    And enjoy!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWise Owl
    Release dateJul 27, 2022
    ISBN9781393852384
    Daisy: Not Your Average Super-sleuth! A Very Unexpected African Adventure: Daisy Morrow, #3
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    R T Green

    The RTG mission in life is simple... to not be like everyone else! ‘Going Green’ has taken on a new meaning, in the book world at least. Whilst we applaud the original meaning (ebooks are a perfect way to promote that) we also try to present a different angle to it. The tendency these days is that if you don’t look and read like everyone else, you don’t sell books. Maybe there’s some truth in that, but we simply don’t do it. The RTG books have been described as a ‘breath of fresh literary air’, and, by those discovering us for the first time, ‘unexpectedly good’. We know many readers prefer the same-old same old, and that’s fine. It’s just not what you get from the RTG stable. Those who know about such things said it would take five years to become a proficient author... I scoffed at that. They were wise. It took six. It’s one reason why even today we remodel existing books, and will always do so. Right from the early years the stories were always good, but were put into words less well than they could have been! These days we have several series and a few standalones, the hit Daisy series most popular amongst them. In everything we do, the same provisos apply – Never the same book twice. If we can’t think up a good story, it doesn’t get written. The RTG brand is about exciting and twisty plots, a fast pace which doesn’t waste words, and endearing (sometimes slightly crazy) characters. We can never please everyone, but it works for us, and, it seems, for those who appreciate our work. Enjoy! Richard, Ann and the RTG crew

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      Book preview

      Daisy - R T Green

      Introduction

      THIS IS THE THIRD BOOK in the Daisy Morrow series. As you might have seen from the first two, our R.E.D. heroine is nothing like you might expect; she’s funny, feisty, and has a tendency to get herself in sticky situations. And she definitely has a wicked side!

      Before she retired, Daisy had a job very few people ever have, and although in the last few years she’s done her best to leave her legacy behind, somehow it manages to keep lurking in the shadows... in more ways than one!

      Those of you who know our work will be aware that with the RTG brand, the unexpected is always around the next corner. Daisy is no exception, and very probably has even more corners.

      This time Daisy, Aidan and Sarah are in Africa, but that doesn’t stop the fun and games. It seems no matter where she goes, trouble finds her... even when it means she’s one step away from causing an international incident!

      A big element of the story revolves around an actual incident that took place in Uganda in 1964. The murder itself is, of course fictitious, but the rest of it did actually happen. And in line with most RTG books, the majority of the locations you’ll visit are real too... even down to the street names. If they’re mentioned in the book, and you have an idle moment to meander around Google maps, you will find them!

      We hope Daisy will make you smile, and maybe even gasp in surprise and shake your head a little. If she does, that will make us happy people!

      Please let us know what you think, either by email, or ideally by writing a review. Every comment is gratefully received... and is listened to!

      Enjoy,

      Richard, Ann, and the crew

      A Very Unexpected African Adventure

      Chapter 1

      ‘THIS IS SO EXCITING!’

      ‘Everything is exciting to you,’ smiled Daisy, sitting next to Sarah, in the aisle seat.

      ‘Yes, but I’ve not led your dramatic life,’ she said, tearing her eyes away from the window and grinning back.

      ‘Give it time, dear... you’re getting there.’

      Sarah, unable to not look out of the window for more than a second, watched as the airliner turned in a gentle bank to prepare for its final approach, and the lights of the runway at Entebbe airport filled her view.

      ‘Oh.’

      ‘Oh?’

      ’Um... what happens if we overshoot the landing? The runway seems to end right before the sea.’

      ‘Lake dear, lake.’

      ‘Well it looks like the sea... and it can drown you just as easily.’

      Daisy patted her on the leg. ‘Never mind dear, Aidan and me have had enough almost-drownings in recent weeks. We certainly wouldn’t willingly put all our lives in danger.’

      Aidan, sitting in the sear right behind them, poked his head through and grinned cheekily. ‘And why do you think we took out travel insurance?’

      ‘You’re not exactly helping, Aidan.’

      Daisy noticed the genuine look of concern on Sarah’s face. ‘Dear, it just doesn’t happen, so take no notice of my lovely husband doing his best to wind you up. And anyway, if we do overshoot, the pilot just opens the throttles and we lift off again.’

      ‘Still not helping, Daisy.’

      ‘Sarah dear, just relax. There are plenty of buoyancy jackets.’

      Sarah shook her head, and went back to watching the descent. The Emirates flight had taken fourteen hours in total with a short stop in Addis Ababa, so they were all more than ready to stretch their legs. For Sarah and Aidan, it was the first time they’d been to Africa, but Daisy had been before, three times in the distant past. But not to Uganda, so from that perspective it was an exciting new adventure for them all.

      It had been a fraught seven days; the flights had been purchased straightaway, but the Yellow Fever jabs and visas had taken several days to organise. Much to Daisy’s impatience... if she’d had her way they would have been on a flight the day after she’d persuaded Burrows to grant Sarah time off.

      The unexpected truth Adde Wambua let slip before his death was a much stronger lead than they’d ever had in helping to solve Celia’s disappearance. In the space of three days before he died they’d discovered he was the one responsible for trafficking their daughter, and that she’d been sold to someone in Uganda.

      He genuinely didn’t know who, but he did know he was a high ranking government official. Which didn’t help Daisy’s cause. In Museveni’s Uganda, such officials were almost always military, and protected by the army’s rules of privacy. Everyone else got to know only what he wanted them to.

      Extracting Celia from such a regime would not be easy, even if they could find out who it was who’d actually bought her.

      They’d booked flights home for two weeks time, just because they needed to show the Ugandan customs officials they had a return flight booked. But none of them knew if two weeks would be enough. The visas lasted forty-five days, and it might well be that return flights would have to be rebooked.

      Both Aidan and Sarah knew Daisy would not go back to the UK until they’d found Celia. Even if she ended up having to stay there illegally.

      The aircraft didn’t overshoot the runway and end up at the bottom of Lake Victoria. As it taxied to the concourse outside the main building in the late-afternoon sunshine, Sarah gathered up her tablet, and looked at Daisy with wide eyes and flushed cheeks.

      ‘I can’t believe we’re actually here!’

      ‘Don’t get too excited yet... we still have to endure a taxi-ride to Kampala.’

      Aidan put a hand on her shoulder as they joined the disembarkation queue, and smiled reassuringly. ‘Don’t worry, Sarah. That main road is all asphalt, so as long as the driver avoids the potholes we’ll be alright.’

      ‘And there was me thinking we’d be in the back of a cattle-truck.’

      ‘Ok, point taken. I’ll shut up now.’

      Entebbe International Airport was actually quite smart. Way smaller than their departure point at Heathrow, it didn’t really have any vast spaces with high ceilings. Much of it had been rebuilt just a few years ago, and their route through customs was quick and accompanied by big, friendly smiles. As they collected their luggage, Daisy slapped dry lips together.

      ‘I’d love a coffee, dear. Look, the Crane Cafe is just over there. If it’s ok to have ten minutes before we find a taxi, would you and Sarah grab drinks? I need the loo before taking in any more liquid.’

      ‘Sounds like a plan. Come on Sarah... get a few Ugandan shillings out!’

      Daisy headed to the toilets, but three minutes later, just as she was hurrying back to join the others, someone caught her eye. He looked Ugandan, middle-aged, and not very well. Dressed in a cream suit and patterned shirt, as she watched he staggered slightly.

      No one else noticed the man. The speakers had just announced boarding for the next flight to Nairobi, and most of the people in the waiting area were already hurrying to the gate. The man seemed like he was intending to join them, but he was a little way behind the crowd, and his legs looked like they were just about to collapse under him.

      He grabbed the wall to hold himself up, but it wasn’t enough. He fell to his knees. Daisy ran over to him. Still no one else was close by. Fifteen feet from the exit doors, he must have entered through them just a minute or two before, on his way to catch his flight. He had no luggage she could see, not even a hand-held case.

      She knelt down beside him and reached out a hand, curling it around his shoulder. As he looked up to her with heavy eyes, she could feel his whole body shaking.

      ‘Please...’ he gasped in a soft Ugandan accent.

      ‘Let me call someone,’ said Daisy, realising he was in a bad way.

      ‘No... no police...’ he whispered, the corners of his mouth turning down as speaking became just as hard as moving.

      ‘What can I do?’ Daisy cried frantically.

      He found a little movement, and slipped a trembling hand into the pocket of his jacket. It looked like it was all he could do. Then he thrust a crumpled piece of paper into her hand, and tried to say something.

      The words wouldn’t come. He let out a croaky kind of gasp, and one second later was flat out on the floor.

      Daisy pressed a finger onto his neck, just as Aidan and Sarah came running up. ‘Oh my god...’ cried Sarah. ‘Is he..?’

      Daisy nodded. ‘Yes, he’s dead.’

      Aidan looked around for some kind of divine inspiration. ‘How long have we been here, dear?’ He shook his head despondently. ‘I’ll find someone.’

      Two airport police officers were already heading their way. Aidan met them, and gave them the news. Before they reached the dead man Daisy took a quick look at the note, and then shoved it hastily into her pocket.

      ‘What’s that?’ whispered Sarah.

      ‘Don’t say anything yet, please? It was important enough for him to give it to me as his last act. It’s just a name and a date, but it clearly means something.’

      ‘You should give it to the police, Daisy.’

      ‘I know. But he begged me not to involve the police. We need to find out who he is, and why this was so crucial to him.’

      ‘So you’re telling me we’ve only been on African soil for an hour, and already there are two mysteries to solve, not one?’

      ‘Yes dear, it rather looks that way.’

      Chapter 2

      THE SLIGHTLY PORTLY but not very tall police officer looked at Daisy over the top of his thick-rimmed spectacles. ‘So what is your connection to this man?’

      Daisy shook her head, realising it was an obvious question that didn’t have an easy-to-explain answer. ‘We have no connection, officer. We are just here for a short holiday.’

      ‘And yet my officers found you kneeling over a dying man, Mrs. Henderson?’

      Daisy groaned inwardly. ‘I know it looks bad... sir, but I can assure you he simply staggered over to me, before dying at my feet. What was I supposed to do?’

      ‘Hmm...’ His eyes dropped back to the passport in his hands. He flicked the pages in an idle kind of way, like he was looking for something that wasn’t there. ‘I see you have visited Africa before.’

      ‘Yes, but not Uganda. I visited Kenya, a long time ago.’

      ‘So I see.’ Still he didn’t look like he was in any hurry to make a decision. Daisy glanced over to Aidan and Sarah, sitting on hard chairs a few feet away. The small room held little apart from the desk and a few chairs, and was obviously the place they took visitors they didn’t like the look of.

      Or those associated with men who died on the premises.

      The officer in charge picked up a second passport, which had an airline ticket slipped inside it. Then he pierced a glare into Daisy again. ‘Do you know why this man was flying to Nairobi, Mrs. Henderson?’

      ‘I didn’t even know that’s where he was going. I told you, he is a total stranger to me.’

      Aidan spoke up. ‘What was his name, please?’

      The officer hesitated, and then sat back in his padded chair, turning the pages of the man’s passport. ‘His name was Ssebina Michael.’

      ‘That’s an unusual first name.’

      Daisy smiled to Aidan. ‘It’s his surname, dear. In Uganda the family name comes first.’ Then she looked away and swallowed hard, trying not to look like she was. It was the second time she’d come across that surname in less than two hours. She forced a smile. ‘May we go now, officer?’

      He nodded his head slowly. ‘It does not appear there was any obvious wrong-doing on your part. But I need to know where are you staying?’

      ‘We have rooms booked at the Imperial Royale in Kampala. We’d like to get there as soon as possible, please.’

      A young man walked into the room and nodded silently to his boss, who seemed to know what it meant. ‘Very well. My staff have examined your suitcases, and found nothing that leads us to believe you are a threat. You may continue on your journey for now... but we may wish to talk to you again.’

      Sarah spoke as she got to her feet. ‘Can you tell us what the man died of, please?’

      He shook his head. ‘There are no outward signs of what may have killed him. His body is now being picked up, to be taken to the hospital in Kampala to undergo a post-mortem. That may reveal how he died, but it was likely a heart attack.’

      ‘Will you let us know, please?’ asked Daisy.

      He nodded again, indicated the door to his guests. They filed through, to find their luggage waiting for them in the corridor. Daisy blew out her cheeks to Aidan and Sarah.

      ‘Welcome to Uganda, dears.’

      The early-evening air of the forecourt was a kind of relief, even though it was a lot warmer than the air-conditioned but stifling atmosphere of the detainee’s interrogation room. They seemed to be the only ones standing there, their fellow international passengers long since gone.

      Just about to start walking to find a taxi, Daisy covered her ears with her hands as Sarah stuck two fingers in her mouth and let out a screeching whistle.

      ‘What the hell are you doing? That might work in the centre of Kings Lynn, but nobody here will take a blind bit of notice of...’

      The sentence died away, as a scruffy old Nissan minibus screeched to a halt in front of them, proving her completely wrong.

      A young man who didn’t look old enough to drive legally jumped out, flashed them a wide grin, and grabbed their luggage before they had chance to change their minds. ‘Wilfred at your service. Where can I take you?’

      ‘Um... the Imperial Royale in Kampala, please,’ said a slightly-bemused Daisy.

      Wilfred wasn’t focusing right then on the older members of the party. The dazzling smile was aimed straight at Sarah, as was the hand that reached out to her arm, making sure she was safely escorted to the seat in the front of the bus. Only then did he open the rear door and wave his other passengers into their seats with a chauffeur-like flourish.

      Daisy looked at Aidan with a slightly-nervous smile.

      ‘Don’t worry, dear. I think Sarah can take care of herself,’ he said.

      They’d only just passed under the roof of the airport exit checkpoint when Wilfred went to work.

      ‘Do you have a name, pretty muzungu?’

      ‘Of course I have a name.’

      The dazzle faded for a moment. But only a moment. ‘I would like to know it, please.’

      ‘It’s Sarah.’

      ‘Ah. What a beautiful name, for a beautiful mu... woman. Maybe we explore the nightlife together sometime very soon? I make a good guide, and I got plenty to offer you.’

      ‘Seriously?’

      ‘Sure, Sarah. We have some fun... let your grandparents chill, yes?’

      ‘I’m sorry?’

      ‘Your grandparents? They need lots of rest, I think.’

      Daisy couldn’t bite her lip any longer, even though Sarah seemed to be doing a good job of holding her own. She leant forward between the seats. ‘We’re not her grandparents. We’re her minders.’

      The minibus slewed across the road as Wilfred’s brain took in the words. ‘M... minders?’

      Sarah threw him a cheesy smile. ‘That’s right. My minders.’

      Wilfred’s predatory spirit faded a little for the next half-mile. But after that, he still couldn’t help himself. Sarah watched as his hand left the steering wheel and dropped to the seat, dangerously

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