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Published: 28/11/2014
Format: Paperback £8.99 ISBN: 9781784620530
and as eBook £3.48 eISBN: 9781784627195

Acting Suspciously

Undercover agent for Her Majesty’s Custom & Excise, DJ Smith and her drug‑detecting sniffer cat Gorgonzola take on a dangerous assignment when they join a tour organised by a company using enactments from the life of Mary Queen of Scots as cover for distributing drugs in the central belt of Scotland. She begins to suspect that some of hercompanions - an eerily self-convinced reincarnation of Mary Queen of Scots, a fanatical bagpipe player, a couple of sex-obsessed newlyweds, are bad actors and that in reality, they are couriers in the pay of the drug organisation.

Suspense builds when the drug organisation realizes it has been infiltrated. Its re-enactments in historic Scottish locations associated with that tragic queen - Holyrood Palace, the fortified tower on Loch Leven island, and the ruined Castle at St Andrews - provide an excellent opportunityfor murder.

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 Extract from Acting Suspiciously

At a signal from their leader, the burial party shouldered the tarpaulin bundle and set off along the path he'd trampled in the undergrowth. At a small clearing, the leader stopped and played the beam of the torch in a semi-circular sweep ahead of him. Moving forward a few inches at a time, he drove the edge of the spade into the ground. Again...again...again. A clunk, unmistakably metallic. With a nod of satisfaction, he attacked the vegetation, shovelling off dried leaves and clumps of grass until he'd exposed a rusty sheet of metal.

The dark hole of the well-shaft swallowed up the beam of the torch long before it reached the bottom. The heavy bundle was dragged forward till one end was hanging over the lip of the well. With a faint sigh of tarpaulin against stone, the body slid down, down, down to its final resting place, a well so deep that though the three men listened for it, they heard no splash.