High-speed treasure hunts, wild parties, and a string of murders to investigate – it's just a normal weekend for Lord Edgington of Cranley Hall. England, 1926. After a wealthy industrialist is found dead on a treasure hunt with the Bright Young People of London, the renowned detective Lord Edgington and his loyal grandson Christopher suspect foul play and sign up for the next speedy chase across the city. When a second body is found, shot through the heart in the centre of Westminster, the mismatched duo set off on the trail of a killer. One victim is old and rich, the other young and poor, but could the jazz-and-drink-fuelled parties of the infamous Gargoyle Club link the apparently unrelated figures? Greed, espionage, wartime valour, aristocrats and bohemians come crashing together in Lord Edgington’s most mind-boggling case yet. Will you be able to unravel "The Tangled Treasure Trail" before the seasoned detectives? An Agatha Christie-style mystery with a dash of Downton, an array of speeding cars, and the most lovable golden retriever in crime fiction along for the ride, the fifth entry in the bestselling series of classic whodunnits is filled with twists and surprises from the first page to the last.
Author
Writing has always been my passion. It was my favourite hour a week at primary school, and I started on my first, truly abysmal book as a teenager. So it wasn’t a difficult decision to study literature at university which led to an MA in Creative Writing. I spent a long time writing kids’ books, including funny fairy tales, dystopic adventures and serious issue-based YA, before switching to murder mysteries last year. I grew up in a crime fiction family and spent a long time dreaming up the idea for my detective Izzy Palmer’s debut novel. A Corpse Called Bob is my first full-length book for adults in what is already becoming a long series. I’m a Welsh-Irish-Englishman originally from South London but now living with my French/Spanish wife and slightly muddled daughter in Burgos, a beautiful city in the north of Spain. I write overlooking the Castilian countryside, trying not to be distracted by the vultures and red kites that fly past my window each day.
