Tuesday, April 19, 2016

Tuesday Bookish Post - Auguest 19, 2016

Thanks to Jenn for hosting Teaser Tuesday at her blog, Books and a Beat.

Thanks to Diane at Bibliophile by the Sea for hosting FCFP.


Crouch End Confidential, the agency started by housewife and mother, Cathy O’Farrell, with ex-cleaner, Pimple is failing badly. Hardly surprising when Cathy’s too soft-hearted to charge their only clients, little old ladies seeking lost pets and a school kid searching for his stolen bike.

A new case involving a teenager in possession of an unexplained Glock pistol promises to change all that. Quickly Cathy’s deep in waters over her head, forced with hilarious results to pose as a mathematics tutor, a subject of which she’s truly clueless. There’s also the tricky situation of best friend and new mother Rosa hiring her to investigate her fiancĂ©, Alec, plus the mysterious sabotage of Cathy’s friends’ cycle shop and a gang of yobbos dealing drugs at her children’s primary school.

Worst of all, an ill-fated trip to rural Norfolk has Cathy’s husband, Declan, intent on buying a post office and transplanting the family to safer climes, threatening to tear Cathy permanently from her beloved North London home.

Pretty soon Cathy’s risking her friendships, her marriage and even her life untangling all these messes. But that’s what you get for meddling in murder…



(from 83% on the file)

This is going to be a bugger of a day, better grab some grub and consider my priorities.  So, what first and what do we have?
1)  Kai, college student, kipping temporarily at Pimple's pad, mother, Angela, in tow, and under threat from someone who's possibly murdered a nineteen-year-old Algerian guy.  Kai terrified he might be attacked himself, stitched up by the police for handling a gun, or worse - blamed for murder.



What the fudge?
The branch creaks alarmingly as I test my weight against it.  For a second I think it might snap but then my foot slips and we part company anyway.  Bark scrapes another layer off my grazed skin and to my horror I find myself tipping backwards, falling, falling ...

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