This was a hoot. This gives you a feel for the story.
“” Of course,” Sheriff Brown said, and then slowly, deliberately started turning his head 280 degrees around on his neck … A second later he groaned and put both hands to his neck. “What the—did I just—“My neck—“”
And her cat is possessed by Thomas Cromwell!! Not very well written, but like popcorn, you just can‘t put it down.