Vane was led away, and the village returned to its usual state of simmering resentment and polite tea-drinking.
Agatha perked up instantly. "A body?" she asked, already reaching for her handbag and checking her makeup in the hall mirror. Agatha Raisin
Agatha Raisin sat in her favorite armchair, nursing a large gin and tonic and glaring at her two cats, Hodge and Boswell. Retirement in the Cotswold village of Carsely was supposed to be a dream of rolling hills and tea parties, but at the moment, it felt more like a prison sentence of boredom. Vane was led away, and the village returned