Someone is trying to kill me!” my landlady’s mother, Mrs Champa, announces in an elaborate stage whisper.
I look up and down the empty lane. “What, right now?”
“No, don’t be ridiculous!” she snaps. “It’s a long-term plan and the murderer is someone you know.”
“Really?” I succumb to the intrigue: “Who is it…?”
“It’s my daughter,” she says. “She’s been trying to kill me for months but I’m still not dead!” Mrs Champa wraps my fingers around her wrist so I can feel her pulse. “See?”
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