It was a frigid November day when Jimmy Nib died. Some say it was the coldest Autumn day they had experienced in the last twenty years. The locals of Hartley village had found his blue body bobbing up and down in the river that skirts through the surrounding fields. They had also found the remains of a bottle littering the ground nearby, pressing keen shards into the damp soil. Dan Hardy reckoned that was the cause of death. He was as much acclaimed for his quick opinions as he was also famed for his butchery skills. Whenever new folk entered the quiet village, which really was seldom, time wouldn’t pass long before they had heard about Hardy’s craftsmanship of meat, and to leave the village without paying a visit to this local wonder was surely a deep offence to the people of Hartley. Sally Goodman, the vicar’s wife, was of quite a different opinion regarding the matter of Jimmy Nib’s unfortunate passing and was rather keen to allow this poor soul some benefit of the doubt, without too quickly considering him a drunkard. Her husband, William Goodman, was much loved by all his parish; for some, it was his commitment to the Scriptures that stirred the deep affection in their hearts for him, and for others, it was simply his caring nature that often led him strolling through the village, looking for ways to care for his people. Just like his wife, William could not agree with Hardy on the cause of death, and instead, he proposed the idea of murder. The other good people of Hartley were also conflicted in their opinions of what had happened to kind Jimmy, and thus the sleepy village, normally so peaceful and uneventful, found themselves rather divided over the question of murder.