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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