Emerald Fennell

Sometimes murderers just do not murder the right person, which is a shame...

The whole place smells of dried flowers and burnt egg, and there isn’t a nail or picture hook in the entire hotel that doesn’t have a few dusty sprigs of old Christmas tinsel caught on it all year round.

It soon became apparent why the fishermen had been so reluctant. The body was like a chicken leg that had been stewed too long; every time one of the men tried to pick her up, a piece of sodden flesh slid off the bone. PC Nodder shrieked as a handful of thigh came off in his hand.

Sometimes murderers just do not murder the right person, which is a shame, but I suppose they have to snatch away the first person coming down the alley. They can't really be picky about it.