Book Review: Murder on the Levels by Francis Evesham

Murder on the LevelsMurder on the Levels is the second in a series of short tales of murder by Frances Evesham. I was looking forward to reading this after I reviewed Murder at the Lighthouse, and I was not disappointed. This is a perfect short, cozy mystery.

Libby Forest was trapped for years in an abusive marriage, and after her husband Trevor dies, she takes some of the money from the sale of their house and buys a cottage in Exham on Sea, a small inbred coastal town. She currently works in a local bakery and hopes to have her own patisserie and chocolate shop eventually. In the meantime, she makes samples of her sweets available at the bakery.

At the beginning of this tale, Libby brings sandwiches and sweets from the bakery to the local cycling club, to the spot where they stop for lunch on one of their outings. Shortly after, everyone becomes sick and two of the bikers die. Libby, who is walking a friend’s dog, runs into the mysterious Max Ramshore, who Libby suspects is a government spy. He is also walking a dog – Bear, his enormous Carpathian sheepdog – and gets a phone call telling him his son, Joe, a detective sergeant in the local police force and one of the cyclists, has become seriously ill and has been taken to the hospital. He and Libby drive out to the wildlife reserve and what is now being treated as a crime scene. On her way home, Libby herself becomes sick. The only thing she ate that the cyclists would have eaten is an Eccles cake. Libby made it, and she knows she didn’t do anything wrong.

A poison, digitalis, is determined to be the source of the sickness. Naturally, suspicion falls on the bakery and its boss, Frank, and of course, Libby.

The book reintroduces the reader to some of the town’s colorful characters: Mandy, the young Goth who rents a room from Libby; Joe Ramshore, who resented Libby’s sleuthing in the previous mystery; Frank the baker; and Fuzzy, Libby’s marmalade cat who has an unusual liking for Bear. New are Steve, Mandy’s boyfriend, and Ali, Libby’s daughter, who comes to take care of her. Ali shocks Libby when she reveals she’s left her studies at the university and is going to build schools in a rain forest with a young man she’s met.

When Ali leaves, she deliberately places an envelope where Libby will find it; in it is a deed to a house in Leeds that Trevor left to Ali. He also deeded a house to their son, Michael. Libby is perplexed as to why her late husband would do this and becomes suspicious, since Trevor emptied all their bank accounts when he left her. Now Libby has two things to investigate, and this becomes three when, for no apparent reason, Steve is run off the road while riding his motorcycle.

The author does a great job believably weaving together the disparate threads of this story, sending Libby hither and yon through West Country scenery and keeping the reader guessing until the very end. This is an engaging and easy read, and heralds the continuation of a wonderful mystery series. I strongly highly recommend Murder on the Levels, a great cozy to curl up with!

About the author:

Frances Evesham

In addition to historical mystery romances, Frances Evesham has written books on speech and language, and parenting and communication, which she can practice with her growing collection of grandsons.
She’s been a speech therapist, a professional communication expert as well as road sweeper. She has also worked in the criminal courts. Now, she walks in the country and breathes sea air in Somerset. For fun, she collects Victorian ancestors and historical trivia, likes to smell the roses, lavender and rosemary, and cooks with a glass of wine in one hand and a bunch of chilies in the other.


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18 thoughts on “Book Review: Murder on the Levels by Francis Evesham”

  1. Floare a primaverii. Azi uita cine esti si trezeste-te la viata o data cu natura. Fii un fluture zglobiu si aseaza-te pe prima floare a puritatii. Ziua sa-ti fie mai senina ca infinitul. La multi ani, floare a primaverii. Fie ca primavara sa-ti aduca bucurie in suflet, fericire si liniste.La multi ani! <3

  2. Thanks for the review – I spent a while wondering which Levels they were set in, but it became clear in the biog. Somerset’s okay, Kent is better!

    1. Can’t comment on that since I’ve never made a comparison of English counties – but I’d like to! Probably I should have looked up the term levels and defined it!

      1. It’s not important – marshes are much the same – flat and reedy with dykes for drainage. It’s just my family comes from Kent. Pett is a village just off the marsh.

        1. Hi Jemima. It’s great to have a local name – all those years of history! I once went on holiday to Pett Level, when I was a child. I live by the Somerset Levels, now, with hills like Glastonbury Tor rising out of the mist. Of course, flooding’s an issue on our reclaimed land. Do you call your drainage dykes ‘rhynes?’

          1. Well, I live in Norfolk, and never actually lived in Pett. I know the Norfolk word for the channels between Broads are leats, but the fens are mainly in Cambridgeshire, so I’d have to find out what they call the dykes!

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