Tanis Kalkan - Crime

https://theoviebooks.wordpress.com/ The rain had come, as it always did in Harrowfield, steady and relentless, like the town’s residents—neither particularly friendly nor outwardly unfriendly, just resolutely predictable. The streets were slick, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and stale gossip. It was, by all accounts, a place where nothing of much consequence ever seemed to happen. That is, until Miss Elizabeth Wensley was found dead. DI Deacon stood in her study, the room a clutte