The Algorithm of Death
The Meridian Contemporary Gallery gleamed like a jewel box in Singapore's arts district, its floor-to-ceiling windows revealing the glittering crowd within...
Eleanor Hartwell is a master of psychological mystery and character-driven suspense. In her stories, mysteries interweave with subtle human dramas, and unexpected revelations keep readers engaged until the final lines. Hartwell creates a distinctive atmosphere where every character could be a suspect, and truth is always hidden in the details.
Stories by this author (25)
The Thursday Murder Book Club
Margaret Chen-Williams adjusted her reading glasses and clicked the blue "Join Meeting" button with the practiced ease of someone who had, over the past eighteen months, become rather more proficient with technology than she had ever intended...
The Digital Detox Murder
The minibus wound its way through the Highland mist like a determined caterpillar navigating a cloud. Priya Mehta pressed her forehead against the cold window, watching the last mobile phone tower disappear behind a craggy hill...
The Serenity Springs Deception
The morning mist clung to the mountain roads like a silk scarf, and Priya Sharma gripped her steering wheel a touch tighter as she navigated the final curve toward Serenity Springs...
The Tides of Perception
The morning mist clung to the Cornish cliffs like a secret reluctant to be told. Priya Mehta stood at the window of her room in The Tides wellness retreat, her fingers unconsciously reaching for the phone that wasn't there...
The Monday Morning Meeting
The peculiar thing about Monday mornings, Priya Mehta reflected as she adjusted her ring light, was how they revealed the truth about people...
The Memory Garden
The waiting room of the Mindbridge Therapy Centre possessed that peculiar quality common to all medical establishments—a studied neutrality that somehow managed to be both calming and unsettling...
The Jasmine Tea Deception
Mrs. Keiko Tanaka had always prided herself on her memory...
The Lagos Collection
The champagne flutes caught the afternoon light filtering through the tall windows of the Adeyemi Auction House, casting amber reflections across the polished marble floor...
The Algorithm of Death
The morning light filtering through the floor-to-ceiling windows of NeuroLink Solutions cast long shadows across the empty conference room...
The Thursday Arrangement
The numbers, Priya Mehta reflected, never lied. People lied constantly—about their income, their expenses, their charitable donations—but the numbers themselves possessed an immutable honesty that she found rather refreshing...
The Mindfulness Murders
The rental Tesla navigated the final hairpin turn before Priya Mehta caught her first glimpse of the Serene Summit Wellness Retreat...
The Last Course
The trouble began, as Priya Mehta would later reflect, with the spherified olives...
The Whitfield Experiment
The minibus wound its way through the Highland mist like a serpent navigating primordial fog. Priya Sharma pressed her forehead against the cold window, watching the civilization disappear behind them with each turn of the narrow road...
The Digital Detox
The body floated face-down in the milky blue water of the geothermal pool, steam rising around it like departing spirits in the grey dawn light...
The Mindfulness Murders
The taxi driver refused to go any further. He gestured expressively at the narrow mountain track that wound upward through the red rocks, his Arabic rapid and emphatic...
The Serenity Springs Deception
The morning mist clung to the California mountains like a silk shroud, and Meera Patel couldn't shake the feeling that something was terribly wrong at Serenity Springs Wellness Retreat...
The Dubai Deduction
The chrome and glass elevator ascended smoothly through the heart of the Burj Innovation, Dubai's newest monument to technological excess...
The Algorithm of Memory
The morning sun filtered through the gauze curtains of Room 314 at Golden Horizons, casting geometric patterns across the Persian rug that Mrs. Lakshmi Patel had insisted on bringing from her old home...
The Sixth Key
The invitation had arrived via their company Slack channel at precisely 3:00 PM on a humid Friday afternoon. "Team Building Exercise: The Executive Escape Experience. Saturday, 10 AM. Attendance mandatory...
The Seoul Connection
The neon lights of Seoul's CyberDome cast ethereal shadows through the rain-streaked windows as Park Min-jun adjusted his neural interface headset one final time...
The Singapore Solution
The Mind Trap escape room facility occupied the thirty-second floor of one of Singapore's gleaming towers, its floor-to-ceiling windows offering a view of Marina Bay that would have been spectacular had anyone been paying attention to it...
The Sycamore Street Society
The April evening had settled over Sycamore Street with that peculiar quality of light that belongs only to Brooklyn in spring—golden, dusty, and somehow melancholic...
The Tuesday Night Murder Club
The little grey cells, as Hercule Poirot would say, were what Mrs. Chen Wei lived for these days...
A Taste of Malice
The Thames Cultural Food Festival sprawled along the South Bank like a magnificent tapestry woven from the aromas of fifty different nations...