Dishing Up Deceit

I always thought weddings were supposed to be about joining lives . . . Not ending them.

But when an unexpected guest shows up dead on the beach and the groom seems to be hiding more than just cold feet, I need to take my chef's hat off and don my deerstalker once again.

Who was this mysterious stranger that came to town claiming to be a long lost relative, and why is she now dead? Who is the groom really, and are his intentions for my friend pure?

Deceit-like revenge-may be a dish best served cold, but I'm not quite sure any of us have the stomach for it. Wedding bells are ringing, but might they also be the death knell? And is the killer really going to be satisfied with just one victim when two could be twice as nice?

Oh, dear. Pip and I certainly have our work cut out for us this time . . .