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The Villa was straight out of the 1920’s and it screamed high class chic louder than a gorilla fighting off a rival. On the English Riviera overlooking the beautiful bay of Torquay and just a stone’s throw away from the birthplace of the great Agatha Christie, this place was a fantastic find.

Of course, everyone enjoyed a good murder mystery weekend but it was frightfully dull when it was just in your Aunt’s front room in her home in the suburbs. When the other guests were just friends and relatives dressed up and the corpse was just a stuffed pair of overalls with red ink splattered on them.

This was supposed to be the real deal. It had better be, because it had cost an absolute fortune. Only those lucky enough to be wealthy or were good at calling in a few favours, could have afforded to stay in…