دانلود رمان انگلیسی “به قتل رسید”

The train’s whistle screamed through the cliffs like a warning no one heard. Marigold Thorne stood just outside what she thought was her sleeper compartment, clutching a wrinkled ticket in one hand and a very enthusiastic golden retriever’s leash in the other. “Well, this is it, Biscuit,” she murmured, peering through the frosted glass. “Coastal Line 77 to Wisteria Bay, home of my mysterious inheritance, and hopefully not motion sickness.” Biscuit gave a soft woof and nosed her shin in agreement, his ears perked and tail thumping against the narrow corridor wall. He looked more ready for a beach day than a cramped train ride. Around them, passengers shuffled into compartments, the scent of leather suitcases, industrial soap, and sea air trailing through the corridor windows. Mari jiggled the handle, but it didn’t budge – the door was locked. She frowned. She was pretty sure this was Compartment C. “Of course,” came a voice behind her, “only you would get lost in a straight line.”