The atmosphere around the dinner table was particularly frosty and borderline awkward. June and Colin always kept up appearances at their dinner parties. God forbid June showed her guests a sign of weakness!
As the wine was poured and the ham shank was calved, I wondered what could make this evening duller. When Colin started the same old story about his gap year in ‘73, my question was answered.
Twenty three minutes later (but who’s counting?) Colin's story was interrupted.
Bang! June's head slammed down onto the table and into her ham shank. Gravy splattered onto the white cashmere tablecloth. Chaos struck around the dinner table and all the guests were panic stricken. It wasn’t long before we realised June was in fact dead. Not your average night at the Races household.
The autopsy confirmed June’s potato and leek soup had been contaminated, and Colin is currently the main suspect.