These books just keep getting better!
Ruso and Tilla (aka Darludacha of the Connnotatae of the Brigantes) are back in Brittania. Valens had promised to find him a job...as a doctor. Valens married the firl of his dreams, they jave toddler aged tw8ns now, and he seems to believe she is the wowman od his (bad) dreams at times. Like always, Valens nods his head as if he's kistening and them does as he pleases, which doesn't go over well with Serena (or anyone else, for that matter). Just before Ruso arrived, she had taken off for parts unknown (since he neither found nor read her letter to him, left in their room), taking the majority of the household help (and apparently enough luggage to fill several wagons) to go visit her cousin, although Valens has no idea where she went because it was in the letter he never looked for, found, or read. The job is to investigate a missing tax man and thenmissing taxes he supposedly had on hand. Ruso's confrontation with Valens about wanting a job as a doctor, not an investigator, tale the usual route into one ear and out the other, never bothering to snag on a single neuron in passing. Needing money, amd knowing that Valens is right about his itch to solve mysteries, he goes to the procurator's office to see what's involved. Meanwhile, as Tilla is cleaning up, she discovers the letter Serena left for Valens, and confronts him about it...did he never even look for a note from her?
When he's out and about, asking questions, he finds one of the mossong taxmen, Asper, dead of a jead injury that actually took several days to kill him. His brother is dund later, closer to home, dead by a much more cruel method than his brother.
What started all of this was a VERY pregnant Iceni woman wanting her husband found. During the interchange with the assistant procurator (the procurator's nephew, a very young man in the job 2 weeks), her water nreaks. Thus, Tilla comes into contact with the case indirectly...with the messiest part of the case literally and figuratively...in her role as midwife.
The game, as Sherlock would say, is now afoot...sometimes with 2 left feet and others with a foot in the mouth (sometomes 2 feet), or the best foot backwards when it was intended to be forwards, and the plot thickens, often to the point oxf obtuseness.
Tilla's biological clock is ticking, but although they keep practicing, they never seem to end up with a missed cycle and the chance at an heir.
That's a lot of threads thrown into the weaving of this adventure, enough for an exctremely colorful plaid cloth for amy Briton. The weaving includes finding out the place where Serena's cousins live and thus wheree she is.
Spattered with laugh out loud and chuckle moments throughjout the serious bits, this is an enjoyable read from start to finish.