I’ve been a fan of Robert Thorogood’s work since roughly the start of the blog. And she’s certain she knows who did it – apart from the fact that the suspect has a cast-iron alibi. Enlisting the help of Suzie, a dog-walker, and Becks, the vicar’s wife, Judith decides that if the police can’t find the killer, she will have to do it. The police find nothing suspicious, but determined to find out what happened, Judith finds her neighbour’s body in the garden with a bullet-hole in his forehead. That would seem to be enough for her, until during a night-time swim, she hears an altercation at a neighbour’s house – and a gunshot. Seventy-seven year old Judith Potts has a settled life, a mostly solitary routine of crossword setting, drinking whisky and skinny-dipping in the Thames in the evening.
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