Small Town Suspicions (Some Very English Murders Book 3) - Plot & Excerpts
She never usually slept in late. Not since taking on a dog, at any rate. But when she turned her head, the familiar big brown eyes were not there. She sat up and listened intently. Nothing. She had had quite a bit to drink the previous night, that was true. Her head was feeling thick and woolly. She didn’t drink as regularly as she had done in London, so her tolerance levels had slipped, too. She swung her robe around her shoulders and padded down to the kitchen, expecting to see Francine sitting at the table with a coffee, entertaining Kali, but the room was empty. There was a note on the table, from Francine. “I’ve gone shopping. Surprise! I walked Kali. Hope you had a good night. X.” Surprise? That boded ill. Penny put the note down and peeped around the door into the front room. There was a small, furry black shape on the sofa. It was amazing how the dog could curl into the tiniest of balls, but when you wanted to sit on the sofa too, she would somehow expand and stretch out and take up three seats to herself.
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