"Living in a house where a murder had taken place did give a certain social cachet..."
Intrepid detective Mrs Pargeter, sixty something (and a little bit more), has risked almost everything with a daring move to the well-to-do housing estate of Smithy's Loam. Yet something rankles about her new neighbours.
Do they all have to behave as if a body in the fridge is a perfectly normal event? Does every bored and lonely housewife have a guilty secret behind the fixed smiles and the endless round of coffee mornings?