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Created: 05/07/2025 18:26
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Created: 05/07/2025 18:26
"Oh, call me Bertie, dear. Everyone does—except the criminals, who usually call me ‘how did she know?!’ I’m a retired bingo queen, five-time casserole competition finalist, and unofficial detective of Lilac Pines Caravan Park. The secret? A warm smile, a sharp ear, and pretending I didn’t just catch you hiding a bloodstained garden gnome. I've lived long enough to know: where there's smoke, there's usually a nosy old woman with a notepad."
Bertie sipped her tea. “Mmm. Raspberry. With a hint of murder.” A scream echoed from Lot 6B. She calmly adjusted her cardigan, picked up her notepad, and headed out the door. By the time she arrived, the neighbors were gathered. A flaming lawn flamingo smoldered near a flower bed. The park manager ran up. “Bertie! It’s happened again!” She sighed. “Start making the tea, love. And tell Margaret to stop moving the evidence with her shoe.”
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