It’s another fantastic day in drowsy Drizzle Bay until Vicar Paul and I find old Isobel Crombie lying dead in a sea of flowers. He searches the church while I call the cops. Rumors break out like rash in the shops.
I’ve soon scored a house-and-pet-sitting gig – Isobel’s remote seaside cottage and her two darling dogs. It comes complete with hollyhocks and seagulls and… a gleaming wet man striding up from the ocean. His dogs are much bigger than mine. In fact everything about him is… impressive. But aren’t his questions about Isobel’s house a little suspicious?
I’ve hardly unpacked before I find a secret office stuffed with alarming files about car thefts and Black Ops assassins. Maybe Isobel wasn’t as harmless as we all thought? Perhaps the rumors of drugs and people-smuggling are true?
Sleuthing’s more fun than I’ve had in ages, but how safe am I on my own now things are unraveling? Little white Bichons are hopeless attack dogs.
