THE weather was tropical. And this was England and
this was Evesham in the Cotswolds. Agatha Raisin drove into
the car-park at Merstow Green， turned offthe air-conditioning，
switched off the engine and braced herself to meet the wall
of soupy heat which she knew would greet her the minute she
stepped out of the car.
Like many， she had decided that all the scares about the
greenhouse effect were simply lies made up by eco-terrorists.
But this August had seen clammy， sweaty days followed by
monsoon thunderstorms at night. Most odd.
Agatha groaned as she left her car and walked across to
the parking-ticket machine. What a hell of a day to decide to
get one s hair tinted!
She returned to her car and pasted the ticket on the win-
dow and then bent down and squinted at herself in the driving-
mirror. Her hair was still dark brown but now streaked with
purple.
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