Evans to Betsy
A Constable Evans Mystery
Chapter One
"Llanfair." The driver read out the battered sign beside
the road. "I thought this might be a good place to
start." He changed down a gear and the Jag slowed with a discontented
growl. A village appeared ahead-a mere cluster of cottages,
nestled under the steep, green walls of the mountain pass.
The woman in the passenger seat leaned forward to peer through
the windscreen. It was hard to tell her exact age-the long straight
hair and lack of makeup, coupled with the jeans and T-shirt, made
her look, at first glance, like a teenager, but a closer inspection put
her in her thirties. She studied the gray stone cottages, the sheep
on the high hillsides, the mountain stream dancing over rocks as it
passed under the old stone bridge. "It's worth a try," she said. "Certainly
remote enough. No supermarket, no video store, and no satellite
dishes on the roofs. And it's got the proverbial pub where
jolly locals meet."
The Jag slowed to a crawl as they approached the square black-and-white-timbered
building. A swinging pub sign outside announced
it to be the Red Dragon. ... read full excerpt from Evans to Betsy ebook
