“Please, this is Argleton,” Mrs. Ellis tsked. “We live in a typical English murder village. No one dies of natural causes here. They’re either impaled with garden trowels by disgruntled neighbors or poisoned by elderflower wine at the fete or exsanguinated by literary vampires come to life. What I want to know is, will I have to spring you from jail so we can chase down the killer and bring them to justice? I’ve been practicing opening locks with my crochet hooks…”
