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.

Agatha perked up instantly. "A body?" she asked, already reaching for her handbag and checking her makeup in the hall mirror. Agatha Raisin

As Bill Wong stepped in to investigate the briefcase, Agatha turned to Sir Charles. "He didn't just steal it, Charles. He used one of Henderson's own clock-tuning tools to deliver a sharp blow to the neck. Very precise. Very horological." Agatha Raisin sat in her favorite armchair, nursing

"Another success for Raisin Investigations," Agatha declared, finishing her gin later that evening. "Though I still think I should have won that quiche competition last year". "A body

Agatha’s PR-trained brain started whirring. "And 10:15 was when the exhibition opened. He was fine at 10:10 when Mrs. Boggle saw him."