And the corpse wore tartan

The great and the not-so-good are gathered at Skirivour Castle Hotel, in the heart of the Highlands, for the wedding of the year – but they weren’t expecting Detective Sergeant Roberta Steel to crash their party. And get horribly, horribly drunk.

The whole valley’s been cut off by a massive thunderstorm and the phone lines are down, so when the father-of-the-bride’s body is discovered – decoratively impaled on a stag’s head in the hotel lobby – it’s up to DS Steel to find out whodunit. Which isn’t easy when you’ve got a monstrous hangover and only a world-weary sergeant and a halfwit police constable for backup.

With no witnesses and every wedding guest a suspect, Roberta will need to use every one of her little grey cells if she’s going to catch the killer and get out of there alive.

Move Over Miss Marple . . .

Endorsements

'MacBride is a damned fine writer' — Peter James, author of Picture You Dead

'Dark and brilliantly written' — Linwood Barclay, author of I Will Ruin You

'Crime fiction of the highest order' — Mark Billingham, author of The Last Dance