Agatha Raisin Y La Quiche Letal M C Beaton ... -

Agatha Raisin looked at the quiche on her kitchen counter and felt a rare prickle of guilt. It was golden, flaky, and smelled divine—mostly because it had been baked by an expert at a high-end London deli, not by Agatha herself.

She poured herself a stiff gin and looked at the empty quiche box in the bin. Retirement was turning out to be much more work than she had anticipated. Agatha Raisin Y La Quiche Letal M C Beaton ...

She had moved to the tiny village of Carsely to live the dream of a retired PR executive. But the Cotswolds were proving to be less of a pastoral escape and more of a social minefield. The local Quiche Competition was her ticket to instant prestige, and Agatha wasn't about to let a little thing like "honesty" get in the way. Agatha Raisin looked at the quiche on her