A WEDDING TO DIE FOR

Flossie Fairweather has twenty-seven days until her wedding, a spreadsheet of a hundred and four rows, and a marquee supplier who calls everybody chief. Then the lighting test goes beautifully, and the next morning she finds the supplier dead on the platform with his own mallet missing.

Dominic Ashworth owed money to half the county. His brother has an insurance policy and a secret, the florist has a public grudge, and a couple from Fenstone had their wedding in the rain with no tent at all. Inspector Tom Croft has three suspects and a cashbook he cannot read, and Flossie can.

With a village hall dishwasher, a roosters crowing diary and a missing red-hemmed tea towel, she follows the money back to the one person in Little Marshford who has never once complained.

The wedding is on Saturday the twentieth, and Sir Edmund has promised to say two things in the garden before it begins. Flossie has until then to make the figures add up.

A warm English village mystery with a rooster, a Jubilee tent, and an elderflower cake recipe at the back.