Murder on the Mire Detective Inspector, Homicide, Jack Plod would like to sleep. Sleep, no longer filled with the thundering hoof-beats in the nightmares of his past. The bodies released from the muddy grip of the mire fleer in his face throughout the long nights, to the constant post-punk soundtrack of an awful 1980’s Indie band – when life was easier. What secret does the redhead hide? How low can the bucolic go? How perverse the master and servant? How many young women must die?
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