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In the space between what you can see, and what you believe.Uncle Roscoe's sudden death is believed to be an accident, so what is Aunt Alice hiding? With holes appearing in her story, and her behaviour going from odd to bizarre, it isn't just the police who are growing suspicious. Is she protecting someone, or does she have a guilty conscience?When the family try to help their favourite aunt, they're accused of covering up for her. Now that detective is closing in. And where is Ceefer? Hettie's at wits' end. To top it off, the Bowls Club is delaying her request for more land for her club, but if she can't uncover the truth behind Uncle Roscoe's death, she'll be visiting Aunt Alice behind bars. And a trillion new croquet courts won't compensate for that.
Graves to the left, graves to the right, but there shouldn't be a body in sightWhen Hettie visits her friend Marlee at the Battye Library, she isn't expecting it to lead to a cemetery. And while she knows, of course, that there are bodies in a cemetery, they are normally buried. So, finding one that hasn't been - at least officially - is not to be taken lightly. Finding herself inveigled into another murder investigation, and with trouble brewing over her new croquet courts, Hettie turns to her sidekick for help. But that cat is refusing to have anything to do with this latest death. Can Hettie solve this one on her own? Or will her discoveries make her wish she'd kept out of it too?
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