Lies in Lisbon: Book 5 - The Wandering Wok Mysteries
By Christina Crane
Rosa is dead. And no one can think of a single reason why.
CC and Finn have parked the Wandering Wok in a sun-drenched Lisbon courtyard for a month among artists – potters, sculptors, painters, a mosaic maker – and Rosa, the model who posed for everyone and saw the best in all of them. Then Rosa is found dead in the pottery studio, and the police call it an accident. But the air vent was blocked from outside, and nothing about this gentle death adds up.
In a city where dinner starts at ten and goodbyes take thirty minutes, the truth reveals itself between tiny cups of very strong coffee and conversations no one wants to finish. Where Pedro weeps theatrically and then puts on pimba music and makes everyone dance. Where Cookie’s nightly campaign to conquer Finn’s pillow has escalated from occupation to full territorial annexation of his face. And where the question isn’t who hated Rosa, but who had a secret worth killing the kindest person in the room.
A deliciously cosy mystery with Singaporean street food, Portuguese light, an artist community full of secrets, and three cats who have claimed the sunniest courtyard in Lisbon.
Book Five in The Wandering Wok Mysteries.
Every book takes you somewhere new. CC and Finn go where the food takes them – a food and wine festival in the Rhône Valley, a market town in Berkshire, a very long Swedish winter, the flower parade in Haarlem, an artists’ courtyard in Lisbon – and each place has its own rhythms, its own secrets, and its own way of keeping them. They travel by campervan, tow their food truck, and bring all three cats. And somehow, wherever they park, someone ends up dead.
Pick a country. Pull up a chair. There’s laksa if you want it.
Rosa is dead. And no one can think of a single reason why.
CC and Finn have parked the Wandering Wok in a sun-drenched Lisbon courtyard for a month among artists – potters, sculptors, painters, a mosaic maker – and Rosa, the model who posed for everyone and saw the best in all of them. Then Rosa is found dead in the pottery studio, and the police call it an accident. But the air vent was blocked from outside, and nothing about this gentle death adds up.
In a city where dinner starts at ten and goodbyes take thirty minutes, the truth reveals itself between tiny cups of very strong coffee and conversations no one wants to finish. Where Pedro weeps theatrically and then puts on pimba music and makes everyone dance. Where Cookie’s nightly campaign to conquer Finn’s pillow has escalated from occupation to full territorial annexation of his face. And where the question isn’t who hated Rosa, but who had a secret worth killing the kindest person in the room.
A deliciously cosy mystery with Singaporean street food, Portuguese light, an artist community full of secrets, and three cats who have claimed the sunniest courtyard in Lisbon.
Book Five in The Wandering Wok Mysteries.
Every book takes you somewhere new. CC and Finn go where the food takes them – a food and wine festival in the Rhône Valley, a market town in Berkshire, a very long Swedish winter, the flower parade in Haarlem, an artists’ courtyard in Lisbon – and each place has its own rhythms, its own secrets, and its own way of keeping them. They travel by campervan, tow their food truck, and bring all three cats. And somehow, wherever they park, someone ends up dead.
Pick a country. Pull up a chair. There’s laksa if you want it.