“Sol MacGuire was another Adonis, but a black-haired, blue-eyed one.”
She’s "raisin" hell again (sorry, pardon the pun). Agatha’s
quiet village life is turned upside down by the arrival of a rather stunning
Curate. All the local women are beside themselves, as they do get with the
arrival of any good looking new man in Carsely. Indeed, the church has never
been so full. Feeling a little burnt from the James saga and trying, rather
unsuccessfully, to avoid her new neighbour, Agatha believes herself immune to
his charms. Next minute dinner, next minute, dead body and poor Mrs Bloxby’s
husband is the prime suspect.
A delight as ever as Agatha teams up with her writer neighbour to try and unpick the mystery. Not to mention to clear the name of Mr Bloxby’s husband. I could go on about the plot and the murder, which do make for some thrilling set pieces in this particular outing and yet, Agatha’s domestic woes are far more entertaining. Blackmail, adultery, there are multiple mysteries going on here and just when you think the killer has been captured…well you’ll have to read and find out – I don’t wish to spoil it for you.
A delight as ever as Agatha teams up with her writer neighbour to try and unpick the mystery. Not to mention to clear the name of Mr Bloxby’s husband. I could go on about the plot and the murder, which do make for some thrilling set pieces in this particular outing and yet, Agatha’s domestic woes are far more entertaining. Blackmail, adultery, there are multiple mysteries going on here and just when you think the killer has been captured…well you’ll have to read and find out – I don’t wish to spoil it for you.
I do wonder how many good looking, single men could possibly
move in next door? Surely there’s a limit. Will Agatha ever learn that this
pattern isn’t working out so well?
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