A retired HR manager with a penchant for amateur sleuthing tries to expose her village vicar's dark past.

"Agnes's heart thundered like a steam hammer strapped to a runaway train heading over a ravine. She stuck a finger in the cat's ear and reminded herself never to add champagne to her morning coffee. The vicar smiled at her, and she wondered if he could detect the worms she'd added to the cake. He peered at the offending item, scrutinising the dead grey thing squashed between two currants."