Chapter Ten
Thelonious decided to lie low and avoid The Drowned Duck for a while. His latest run-in with his favourite gumshoe had put him right off the idea of going. He’d either find somewhere else to have his pint and evening meal or stay locked inside his room like a prisoner until daybreak. Since he was already being treated like a criminal by Norfolk Constabulary CID, it wouldn’t be much of a stretch to live like one. Thelonious didn’t want to place himself further in the line of fire on what had now become his home turf (at least temporarily)—not when DCI Sidebottom probably lived right around the corner. It seemed unlikely the inspector would choose to drink in the village unless he actually lived here. Little Acre wasn’t exactly a major draw for non-locals—and judging by the empt
