“Bring me a tequila,” says his new boss, Mrs. Sandoval, “then tend to that body in the garden.”
Five minutes into his new career, Nigel felt an urge to retire. The tequila was fine, but he’d not been trained to remove corpses. Nor had he been trained to plan weddings or direct funerals, yet all had been tossed onto his plate before his first morning’s tea.
The most perilous gap in Nigel’s education, however, was yet to be discovered–something as crucial to a butler as white gloves–the art of not becoming homicide suspect number one.
Nigel’s new role as a butler won’t stop him from being The Butler Defective in book two of the Bumbling Brit Abroad Mystery series.
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