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Too many useless details. This should have been a short story instead of weighed down with stuff this every other page.

After three decades, I knew almost every street and alleyway by heart. Broadstairs was a good hour’s drive along the M2 and A299. I would have to grab a meal deal at the Shell garage on Maidstone Road. They had a handy toilet there as well.

Genuinely… I am trying not to DNF. The writing style is almost making a caricature of the whodunnit— in a bad way. It’s so cheesy and hard to stomach.