Fryfam, a remote village in Norfolk. Time has passed by (one suspects rather hurriedly) - many locals weird, odd things happening. There Agatha plans to spend winter. Cue for local police soon to be busier than for ages....
Uneasy amidst surly glances and mutterings, disappearances and those mysterious lights sometimes bobbing at the bottom of the garden, Agatha craves companionship. Enter randy baronet Charles Fraith, substitute nowadays for the elusive James Lacey.
This tenth novel works better than recent offerings, provided one does not hope for credibility. To avoid neighbour James, Agatha chose Fryfam by closing her eyes and sticking a pin in a map, then agreeing to rent a cottage she had not seen. (With M.C. Beaton creaking contrivances are positively flaunted.) Addicts will not mind - happy to relax with the saga of a stolen painting, murdered "squire", missing will, passionate undercurrents, the obligatory "in the nick of time" climax.
The "fairies" are more intriguing that the recent "wizard" and "witch", but one feels this aspect could have been developed more strongly. There is the bonus of a cliffhanger end, all who know Agatha convinced that A MISTAKE HAS BEEN MADE.
For me the Hamish Macbeth novels work better, but with him and Agatha M.C. Beaton has created two splendidly rich characters. Both perhaps deserve more finely crafted adventures.