The Man Who Died Twice (Thursday Murder Club, #2)

by Richard Osman

How unfair to die in your twenties with all that fun ahead of you. The kisses and the boat rides and the flowers and the new coats. Those poems she will never read to a new lover?

“Off to the woods we go, old friends.”

Bear in mind, also, that this was past ten and I had already said, “Well, this has been lovely,” more than once.

All is quiet in this happy place. Another day done, family safe and sound, curtains closed, and heating on. Nothing you’ll ever see on the news, but something you should really pay more attention to, just the gentle hum of contentment.

“Come in,” says Bogdan. “I’ve put the kettle on.”