An Abbot Agency Mystery

Bea Abbot’s domestic agency does not, repeat not, investigate murder…that is, until she finds herself in the company of a dead man dressed as a pantomime dame. It looks like suicide, but why don’t his red-spangled shoes fit? Matthew Kent was an entertainer known to be a kindly and modest man in private, so why had he staged this grotesque charade in death? And why is his daughter so keen to hustle his mortal remains away without publicity? Then again, who exactly inherits his delightful Kensington house, and which of the women around him – two surviving wives and a daughter – really cared about him, rather than his money?

Bea’s own house is in chaos as builders remodel the agency offices, and to make matters worse, Max, her Member of Parliament son, moves in with her when his marriage looks like breaking down. Struggling to run the agency from her bedroom, concerned about both her young assistants’ emotional problems, Bea tries to discover what the body on the bed was really like in life, why there is so much confusion about his death, and who is destined to die next…