Victoria Hopkirk from the Penny Brannigan mysteries by Elizabeth J. Duncan.
I don't actually play the fiddle; I'm a harpist. But I don't get much time to practice or play anymore because I run the Llanelen Spa with my business partner, Penny Brannigan. I like Penny. I like her a lot or I wouldn't be friends with her and I certainly wouldn't work with her. (Can't you just feel the but coming?)
But I wish she'd spend more time on our business and less time running about all over the countryside solving mysteries. That's what the police are for, and not only that, her gentleman friend is a police officer. Let him get on with it, is what I say.
Penny just can't seem to help herself. And here's old muggins, me, going along with it, enabling her. I look after the business, listen while she discusses her theories on who did it over a nice cup of tea and a scone, act as her sounding board, try to make helpful suggestions and just generally be supportive.
Do I get any credit for all this? No. These books are all about Penny and her sleuthing skills. But I don't really mind. When you think about it, the sleuth's assistant has an important role to play. She provides the literary foil, can be a catalyst, asks the right questions (What are you going to wear?) and often holds the final piece of the puzzle. Of course sometimes the sidekick just makes the tea.
But there are perks. In the new book being written now, the author wanted me out of the way for a few weeks so she very kindly sent me to Tuscany to take a cooking course. I stayed in a charming pensione and almost had an affair with a married man. I'd love to tell you all about that but I've just remembered. It's not about me.