When a retired detective superintendent chooses to take a culinary tour of the British Isles, he hopes to find tasty treats and delicious bakes ... ... what he finds is a clue to a crime in the ingredients for his pork pie. His dog, Rex Harrison, an ex-police dog fired for having a bad attitude, cannot understand why the humans are struggling to solve the mystery. He can already smell the answer - it's right before their noses. He'll pitch in to help his human and the shop owner's teenage daughter as the trio set out to save the shop from closure. Is the rival pork pie shop across the street to blame? Or is there something far more sinister going on? One thing is for sure, what started out as a bit of fun, is getting deadlier by the hour, and they'd better work out what the dog knows soon or it could be curtains for them all.
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Publication Date: 29 May 2020
Publisher: SteveHiggsBooks
Publication City/Country: United Kingdom
Language: English
ISBN13: 9781919634517
About steve higgs
When Steve Higgs wrote his debut novel Paranormal Nonsense he was a Captain in the British Army. He would love to pretend that he had one of those careers that has to be redacted and in general denied by the government and that he has had to change his name and continually move about because he is still on the watch list in several countries. In truth though he started out as a mechanic. Not like Jason Statham sneaking about as a contract killer more like one of those greasy gits that charge you a fortune and keep your car for a week when all you went in for was a squeaky door hinge. At school he was mostly disinterested in every subject except creative writing for which at age ten he won his first award. However calling it his first award suggests that there have been more which there have not. Accolades may come but in the meantime he is having a ball writing mystery stories and crime thrillers and claims to have more than a hundred books forming an unruly queue in his head as they clamor to get out. Now retired from the military he lives in the southeast corner of England with a trio of lazy sausage dogs. Surrounded by rolling hills brooding castles and vineyards he doubts he will ever leave the beer is just too good.