I Am Now Going to Murder My Sister

Jane Austen's Untold Story. Inspired by Real Documents.

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"I am now going to murder my Sister."

Jane Austen wrote these chilling words over two centuries ago.

History recorded it as a piece of harmless fiction.

But LAPD Detective Ann knows a cover-up when she sees one.

When her sister Samantha ropes her into a seemingly playful Regency book-club investigation, Ann begins dissecting the accepted history like an active crime scene, flipping everything we know about Jane Austen's family upside down. She spots what no literary scholar was trained to look for: motive, means, and opportunity.

Using real historical documents, medical reports, Austen’s writings, along with modern forensic techniques, Ann uncovers a shocking trail of blackmail, forged wills, suppressed manuscripts, and symptoms that point toward arsenic poisoning. Cassandra did not burn Jane’s letters to protect her reputation. She burned them to protect someone else.

But exposing the greatest literary secret in history comes with a price. When Ann gets closer to the truth, she realizes someone in the present day is willing to do whatever it takes to keep it buried.

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Clues

Yard sales and antique malls had never been Ann’s cup of tea. Unlike her sister, Samantha, who never missed an opportunity to visit one and always found something to bring home, Ann believed in minimalism, bought only what she could use, and avoided yard sales, flea markets, and antique stores at all costs. If people were selling stuff they no longer needed, she didn’t need it either.

And now, against all her principles, Ann found herself standing among those very unwanted objects. She looked around, trying to figure out how the items were organized so she wouldn’t waste time wandering past the displays. The vases, watches, jewelry, lamps, pictures, figurines, and unidentifiable objects all seemed smashed together with no visible pattern.

“Are you all right there?” A tall, friendly-looking woman with an illegible name badge pinned to her striped T-shirt began her usual customer-service patter. “We’ve got over forty dealers here. Each cabinet is run by a different dealer.”

So, Ann thought, there is a system behind this clutter.

“We have a lovely collection of vintage watches,” the shop assistant continued. She seemed to have decided, somehow, that watches were the reason Ann had come to the antique shop. After judging Ann’s reaction, the shop assistant tried another approach. “Are you looking for anything in particular?”

“Yeah… a clue,” said Ann, scanning the room. “I’m looking for a clue.”

“A clue? Are you on some sort of treasure hunt?”

“Some sort,” Ann replied with a wry smile. “But that’s okay. I think I’ll go.”

“Wait, wait. What should it look like—your clue?” The woman seemed determined not to let her leave without a purchase. “Do you know which dealer we should be checking?”

“Nope. But I’m fine.” Ann resisted the woman’s enthusiasm. “I just made a detour to Salisbury to see the Magna Carta while I’m in the UK.” She smiled. “You know, the rule of law and all that. To see where it started. I deal with the law every day back home.” Ann caught the shop assistant’s suspicious look. “I mean, I’m a detective. Clues, evidence… that kind of thing.” She shrugged. “But all my clues are in Warwickshire and Berkshire. Anyway, thanks for taking the time.” She smiled again and turned toward the door.

“Warwickshire? We’ve got a dealer from Coventry here. Let me show you.” Before Ann could object, the shop assistant guided her to the opposite corner of the room. “We get a lot of tourists like you, and we work with dealers from all over the country. Here it is.”

She pointed to a small, crowded stand. “There are pictures and books. Here, you have watches. All sorts of clues, really. I’ll leave you to it.”

With that, the woman hurried over to prevent another visitor from escaping without a purchase.

Ann stood for a moment, looking at crumpled cardboard boxes piled with old, dust-covered pictures. Since I’m already here, why not try? Coventry is close enough. She began going through them slowly, one by one. Old advertisements, old illustrations, old prints… Once, they had made sense to someone. But she was looking for one that still did.

She stopped at a neat pencil drawing of an estate. The windows, the chimneys… No way, she thought. She took the drawing from the box and examined it closely.

Pencil drawing of an old estate
The pencil drawing Ann finds among the old pictures. (From the author’s personal collection.)

It was the same estate from the watercolor she had seen at the Coventry museum: Coombe Abbey by Maria Johnson. The same attention to detail and the same compressed perspective along the long facade. It was obviously by the same artist, but this one was not colored. It was a preliminary sketch.

Wow! Ann could not believe her luck. She began examining the other items for sale at the stand with practiced efficiency, slipping into professional mode. It felt like one of her usual suspect searches. She went through the rest of the pictures, then turned to the books.

Nothing so far. Ann sighed. That was okay; the pencil drawing was already a win. She had hoped to find a clue, but instead had found another piece of evidence. Just as she was about to leave, a small plastic bag of postcards caught her eye, bound with an old green rubber band and tucked on the upper shelf behind the family photo albums she had somehow missed.

They didn’t have postcards back in the eighteenth century, but it was worth checking. You check everything during a warrant search, especially the things that looked irrelevant.

Ann pulled out an assortment of yellowish postcards from the early twentieth century, including a couple with Regency Bath views—at least, how people in the 1930s imagined the Regency lifestyle. But among the postcards were a few old yellowed letters. The handwriting was difficult for a modern person to read, but one letter, beautifully written and still legible, caught her attention.

Someone had placed it in a separate plastic bag. No wonder. It belonged in a museum for the handwriting alone, Ann thought. She carefully pulled the yellowed paper from the bag. The red seal… The precise lettering read: Mr. John Watts. Binley. Coventry.

Old letter addressed to Mr. John Watts in Binley, Coventry
The letter that changes Ann’s investigation. (From the author’s personal collection.)

Ann unfolded the fragile paper and froze.

You’ve got to be kidding. Unbelievable.

Binley… Bingley… Ann whispered both names. Spoken aloud, they were close enough to pass for one another.

Suddenly, the name Caroline Bingley made perfect sense.

Ann tried to make out the rest of the letter.

“How are you getting on here? Any luck with your clue?” The shop assistant was back.

Ann flinched. “More than I hoped,” she said, reaching for her credit card as if the letter might disappear if she didn’t pay fast enough. “I’ll take this letter and this pencil drawing.”

“How lovely! Here’s our business card. You might leave a review online, so people know where to look for clues. Would you like me to wrap these for you?”

“No, thanks. I have a folder.” Ann opened her backpack. “Some clues have been overlooked for two hundred years, even though they’ve been right in front of us all this time.” She put the letter and the drawing in her evidence folder and looked up at the shop assistant. “But not anymore.”

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About the Author

Lara Dmitrieva

Lara Dmitrieva is a data engineer, data analyst, and a member of the Jane Austen Society of North America (JASNA). Her analytical approach led her to investigate why there are gaps in Jane Austen’s surviving letters and in the accepted story of her life. That research became the foundation for her dual-timeline mystery,  I Am Now Going to Murder My Sister.


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Selected Bibliography

Every historical document, medical report, and letter mentioned in this novel is real. Below is a selected list of the historical, literary, and forensic sources used to investigate this 200-year-old cold case.

The whole list

Jane Austen: Works, Letters, and Family Sources

Historical and Biographical Sources

Literary and Cultural Context

Medical, Poisoning, and Forensic Sources

Articles, Archives, Exhibitions, and Online Resources