Quotes About Kidlington

CHAPTER ONE It was a beautiful Sunday evening in mid-March when Hillary Greene turned the corner onto a very familiar part of the Oxford canal. Up ahead, she could just make out the first glimpse of the few rooftops and chimneys that marked the small hamlet of Thrupp, which was less than a mile from Kidlington, in the heart of Oxfordshire's Thames Valley. She throttled down the engine of the Mollern, her narrowboat and home for more

Since coming to Kidlington, she'd managed to get on to Hillary's boat, but the search had been disappointing and inconclusive. If her immediate boss knew where her late and unlamented husband had kept his money, it didn't show. And she certainly hadn't spent any of it —it was one of the first things Gemma had checked. Her car was ancient, and her home was still a bloody narrowboat of all things.