About And the Corpse Wore Tartan By Stuart MacBride

Move Over Miss Marple . . .

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 werent expecting Detective Sergeant Roberta Steel to crash their party. And get horribly, horribly drunk.

The whole valleys been cut off by a massive thunderstorm and the phone lines are down, so when the father-of-the-brides body is discovered decoratively impaled on a stags head in the hotel lobby its up to DS Steel to find out whodunit. Which isnt easy when youve 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 shes going to catch the killer and get out of there alive.