I Have a Hunch by Jeremy DeCoursey #BlogTour

School holidays are for relaxing, not solving a murder mystery! Aren’t they?

Alice desperately wishes she could spend her summer holidays with her friends, doing ‘normal’ things that teenagers do, like going to music festivals. Instead, she is sent to London to work as the apprentice of her Uncle Humphrey, a world-famous Private Detective! Within 23 minutes of arriving, Alice finds herself tasked with solving the murder of millionaire, Victor Tymm. With the clock against them, can Alice and her uncle find the killer before they strike again?

Told with distinctive wit and eccentric humour, I Have a Hunch is cozy crime for young readers. Plot twists
throughout the novel keep readers guessing until the surprising finale!

Exclusive: Deleted Scene from I Have a Hunch

Various locations for I Have a Hunch swirled through my head as the story went through the various stages of incarnation.

I originally wanted Alice and Uncle Humphrey to figure out the truth behind the murder mystery whilst underneath a chiming Big Ben. However, as the story progressed there was no reason for them to be that side of town. So, it is, they now return to the Verba Tymm estate where the mysterious events took place. This feels better for the story, as most detectives return to the scene of the crime to announce “whodunnit”.

The biggest change I almost implemented was setting I Have A Hunch as a period story, which would have taken even more inspiration from the Sherlock Holmes series than I already have. This was after I had written the first draft. Eventually I decided not to pursue the idea, as too many of the plot points would vanish.

But, here are the opening few paragraphs from this draft, which I’m sharing it with you today to show you how much a story can change!

Sherlock Holmes was dead. The world had moved on. All apart from one man. My uncle. Humphrey Bach; the last consulting detective. I sat in the first class booth of the train as it sped towards my new home, London. Opposite me was a boring man in a boring brown suit that was the exact same boring colour of the seat he was sitting on.

“Terrible business this Alice” he said, looking up from his boring newspaper.

“Mmmhmm,” I agreed. I didn’t feel like talking to him.

I knew the man as he was the reason I was on this train. I didn’t know his name though. I only knew him as Mr. Cutor.

“Yes. Terrible business” Mr. Cutor continued as though I wanted him to. “A company drilling tunnels has gone bankrupt. Poor people.”

I shook my head disbelievingly as this was some boring conversation.

If someone were to look into the booth at that moment they would have seen a large man wearing a brown suit that matched the furnishings exactly. You would have forgotten what he looked like the moment you looked away as there was nothing unique about him.

However if they looked at the other occupant, they would have seen a fifteen year old girl with scruffy auburn hair wearing a school dress that was dirtier than someone in first class would normally be seen in, hugging a small suitcase that contained her only possessions. The person looking in would not know what the suitcase contained however because it wasn’t on display, but for narrative reasons, reader I am letting you know. That girl was me.

Jeremy grew up in the seaside town of Weston-super-Mare. He graduated with a Triple Distinction BTEC in Film Production, before moving to London to work in the film industry. As a Location Manager, he has worked on BBC’s Sherlock, Star Wars: Rogue One, Paddington and Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy, to name a few!
Besides reading and writing, Jeremy enjoys watching films, travelling to far-flung places and seeing musicals.
He lives in London with his kitten, named Artemis.



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