He chatted on about the local beauty spots as we walked towards the canteen and past it to the Sports Hall, a large eighties building which I knew doubled as the study hall for examinations, and stopped by the outside doors.
The face was more lined than I'd expected. 'Thanks for seeing us at such short notice,' I said as we followed her through a dark narrow hall cluttered with two bicycles, several black plastic rubbish bags and a ...
“A Cream Cracker under the Settee.” Adapted,' said Lil. Benbow barked. I shut the window and turned back to the Eyres. 'I don't really think. ..' I started. 'The police aren't doing anything,' said Mrs Eyre urgently.
An Uncommon Murder is the first detective novel in Anabel Donald's acclaimed Notting Hill series.
Unfortunately Jams can offer few clues on where to look. Except that Jacob was in the process of 'finding himself' - and he believed all his answers lay 'in the loop' . . .
The Glass Ceiling