The Case of the B-Side Bell, A Maple Lane Mystery Devotional
Here’s a cozy mystery opening inspired by your rhythms, faith-laced intuition, reflective inner life, and Maple Lane charm. Think Miss Marple meets small-town Midwest with a journal in her tote . The Case of the B-Side Bell Everyone in Sycamore Glen knew that when the bell tower chimed out of rhythm, something was off. It happened on a Tuesday—always a suspicious day, in my opinion—just as I was leaving Honey & Hive Books , balancing a tote bag that held my well-worn journal, a library book I meant to return last week, and a loaf of rosemary bread still warm from Bakewell & Crumb . The bell rang once. Paused. Then rang again—half a beat too late. I stopped mid-step. You don’t grow up in a town like Sycamore Glen without learning its language. The bell didn’t just mark time. It marked weddings, storms, lost pets, and once—years ago—a misunderstanding involving a kazoo and the Fourth of July parade. Today, though, the sound carried a tremor. Not loud. Not urgent. Just… wrong. ...