Closer To Death In A Garden (Pitkirtly Mysteries Book 10) - Plot & Excerpts
She lay there for a while debating with herself whether to get out of bed to make a note of it in case she had forgotten by breakfast time, which was only too likely, whether to wake him up to tell him, or whether to lie there telling it to herself over and over again in the hope that this would make her remember it later. She glanced at the corner of the window, where the glimpse of daylight visible round the corner of the curtains showed that it was about five o’clock, or maybe even earlier if the day was bright and sunny. On the other hand, it was August in Pitkirtly, and the days were only rarely bright and sunny. Even if they were like that at five in the morning, they had usually clouded over by breakfast time. What had she been trying to remember again? She dredged the idea out of the deeper part of her mind to which it was already starting to sink. Maybe she should go and tell the police. But would they just laugh indulgently at the ramblings of a silly old woman?
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