Agatha Raisin and the Terrible Tourist (Agatha Raisin Mysteries, No. 6)

Agatha Raisin and the Terrible Tourist (Agatha Raisin Mysteries, No. 6)

M. C. Beaton

Language: English

Pages: 198

ISBN: 0312965664

Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub

Agatha Raisin's marriage was put off when her ex-husband showed up, unfortunately alive. Fortunately, he was murdered and Agatha solved the crime. Now she is off to Cyprus to track down her ex-fiance. Instead of enjoying their planned honeymoon, however, they witness the murder of an obnoxious tourist. Two sets of terrible tourists surround the unhappy couple, arousing Agatha's suspicions. And, much to James' chagrin, she won't rest until she finds the killer. Unfortunately, it seems the killer also won't rest until Agatha is out of the picture. Agatha is forced to track down the murderer, try to rekindle her romance with James, and fend off a suave baronet, all while coping with the fact that it's always bathing suit season in Cyprus.

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"James had an alibi." "I didn't. Lucky James. Pamir implied that people like me suffer from inbreeding in the family and could be potty." "I sometimes think you're potty myself, Charles. Why bother with me?" "You amuse me." "Not very flattering." "You actually look good in that black dress." "Thank you. You must be the only man in this hot climate to wear a tie." Charles was wearing a striped silk tie with an impeccable white shirt and a white linen suit. "Don't you ever sweat?" "Only when

was he? Turkey? Was she sure? He could still be on the island. "If he were," said Agatha, "then he certainly would not be at Salamis, murdering poor old Harry Tembleton." "This is all most unfortunate," said Mr. Urquhart. "The police were about to release Mrs. Wilcox's body and let you all go home, but in the light of this latest murder they are certainly not going to let any of you go." He then questioned Agatha about James again, but Agatha would only repeat that James had said he was going

husband to spite me. She was everything I had ever despised. What would our friends say? The shame would have been dreadful. I sharpened up that knitting needle and put it in my bag and waited for my chance. And that chance came at the disco. I felt nothing but a tremendous relief that she was gone." "But didn't George guess anything?" "Not a thing. I kept close to the others afterwards because I began to be terrified of being found out. And then you oame poking around. I knew you were going to

her. At last Charles came out. "Ready?" "Ready," echoed Agatha. "Let's go to the airline office and book our seats home. I've got an open return, what about you?" "The same." At the Turkish Cypriot Airline office near the Saray Hotel, they could not find anyone who could speak English and so were forced to go to a travel agent across the road. "Tomorrow?" asked Charles. But Agatha clung to hope. James had said two days. This was Monday. "Saturday," she said firmly. "Saturday!" exclaimed

herself and James close again, but he had departed for north Cyprus, leaving her alone. Although life in the Cotswold village of Carsely had softened Agatha around the edges, she was still in part the hard-bitten business woman she had been when she had run her own public-relations firm in Mayfair before selling up, taking early retirement and moving to the country. And so she had decided to pursue James. Cyprus, she knew, was partitioned into two parts, with Turkish Cypriots in the north and

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