Death In A Cold Spring (Pitkirtly Mysteries Book 9) - Plot & Excerpts
She had been away from her post at the Cultural Centre too long just to be buying sandwiches. But there was always the possibility that she had got chatting to a friend. Amaryllis knew some people treated supermarkets like their own front rooms, hosting large convivial get-togethers of friends and family at the intersections between aisles, and exchanging information they seemed to imagine no-one else could hear. She didn’t know whether they or the parents of the feral children who darted under people’s feet and in front of their trolleys annoyed her more. Oh, God help me, she thought suddenly, coming to a standstill and causing a man in overalls to swear at her under his breath, I’m turning into a grumpy old person. I thought it would take a bit longer than this. Perhaps I’ve been spending too much time with Jock McLean. And Christopher. He was born old, if anyone was. As far as she could tell, Maggie Munro wasn’t anywhere on the premises.
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