"The Hinley constabulary is perfect for petty sorts of crimes," she allows, grudgingly permitting them the smallest of compliments--if only to avoid speaking completely against the husband of the beautiful goddess of Billingsgate, Antigone Hewitt. "But they're utterly out of their depth when it comes to murder."

They reach Dimera just as Marius issues his opinion on her language skills. A good thing, she reflects, turning her head to give him the most affronted look she can muster, I'd have made Gladys buck him into the street otherwise. "I've only started taking classes this year, you know."