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Baking. It can get a guy killed. And this time it does.A murder staged to look like a suicide fools everyone except Albert Smith. He knows better. In Lyme Regis with his faithful dog, the victim invited him to visit the seaside resort. Now he's dead and Albert wants to know why.
But when the trail of clues leads Albert into a darkened courtyard, Rex finds himself left to investigate alone and all too soon a second body is discovered. Is there a killer out there? Or are the suicides just poorly timed?
In a deadly race to the finish, Albert knows he may have to sacrifice himself to save the next victim and Rex must risk everything to save Albert.
In a battle high on the cliffs above the Jurassic Coast, does that leave anyone to save Rex?
One final roll of the dice, that's all Albert and Rex wanted. Maybe they ought to have gone straight home.
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When Steve Higgs wrote his debut novel, Paranormal Nonsense, he was a captain in the British Army. He would like to pretend that he had one of those careers that must be blacked out and generally denied by the government, and that he has to change his name and move constantly because he is still on the watch list in several countries. In truth, though, he started out as a mechanic - not like Jason Statham in the film by that name, sneaking around as a hitman, but more like one of those sleazy guys who charges a fortune and keeps your car for a week even though the only thing you went in for was a squeaky door hinge. At school, he was largely disinterested in all subjects except creative writing, for which he won his first prize at the age of ten. However, calling it the first prize he won suggests that there were other prizes, which is not the case. Awards may yet come, but in the meantime, he enjoys writing mystery and thriller novels and claims to have more than a hundred books forming a restless queue in his mind because they are desperate to be written. Now retired from the military, he lives in southeast England with a duo of lazy sausage dogs. Surrounded by rolling hills, brooding castles, and vineyards, he doubts he'll ever leave, the beer is just too good.
