They weren't in the market for trouble. Well, no more than usual, anyway ...
As far as Miriam’s concerned, the Toot Hansell Women’s Institute already has enough on, what with anxious dragons, recalcitrant sprites, and the upcoming summer fête. They don’t have time for investigations, and she’d rather it stay that way.
An outing to the Yorkshire Flea should be fine, though. One can’t get in too much trouble at a flea market, even one featuring stray swords and rogue goats.
But this is the W.I. If there’s trouble, it’ll find them.
Sure enough, the market’s barely over before they’re entangled with thieves, stalkers, and a stolen, desperately valuable stamp. Someone thinks the ladies have it, and they’ll stop at nothing to get their hands on it.
So when their young friend Ash vanishes and the threats start, the W.I. does what it does best. They get involved.
Those swords could come in handy, no matter what the dragons (and DI Adams) may think …