Pork Pie Pandemonium by Steve Higgs (Albert Smith’s Culinary Capers Recipe 1)
English | 2020 | Mystery & Thriller | ePUB | 2.8 MB
Baking. It can get a guy killed.
When a retired detective superintendent chooses to take a culinary tour of the British Isles, he hopes to find tasty treats and delicious bakes …
… what he finds is a clue to a crime in the ingredients for his pork pie.
His dog, Rex Harrison, an ex-police dog fired for having a bad attitude, cannot understand why the humans are struggling to solve the mystery. He can already smell the answer – it’s right before their noses.
He’ll pitch in to help his human and the shop owner’s teenage daughter as the trio set out to save the shop from closure. Is the rival pork pie shop across the street to blame? Or is there something far more sinister going on?
One thing is for sure, what started out as a bit of fun, is getting deadlier by the hour, and they’d better work out what the dog knows soon or it could be curtains for them all.
The scream cut through the air at such a volume that Albert could have heard it if he was in the next county. By his side, his assistance dog, Rex Harrison, reacted, taking his eyes off the diced pork for the first time since they came in.
The screamer was a woman in her late twenties called Claire. Albert knew her name because everyone in the class had been given a large white sticker to write their names on. She was here with her boyfriend, a tall, skinny lad called Kevin who looked to be younger than her but not by much. Her eyes were as wide as any persons he had ever seen, and she was staring at the counter in front of her in an accusatory manner.
Then, she turned around and threw up.
Albert took that in his stride; he had never been affected by people vomiting. With his wife, he raised three children, and it had always been he that dealt with their sickness. She dealt with the poop.
As everyone else backed away, Albert found himself curious and walking around to Claire’s side of the table before he thought about what he was doing. He didn’t have to go far, his eyesight, providing he wasn’t trying to look at something close up, was pretty good. Arriving on her side of the table, he spotted what had affected her so. There was a thumb resting on top of her pile of pork.
Teaching the class, where attendees got to raise their own handmade pork pie, was a short woman in her fifties called Belinda. ‘It’s someone’s thumb,’ she observed, rather unnecessarily, since everyone could already see it. Belinda wore a navy-blue apron on which the firm’s logo and name were emblazoned. Agnew’s Perfect Pork Pie Emporium stretched across her chest above a picture of a tasty looking pork pie. Like everyone else in the room, her blond hair was encased in a net to stop hair falling into the food. The net struck Albert as a little unkind in his case since he only had about eighteen hairs left on his scalp and the whole concept of bothering with them was, quite frankly, ridiculous since they let him bring his German shepherd assistance dog, Rex Harrison, in with him. The dog wore a hair net on his head too, Albert’s silent dig at the pointless adherence to rules. Rex didn’t look happy about the net.
When Belinda moved in with a bowl, clearly intending to remove the thumb, he raised his voice, ‘Don’t touch that, please.’
Belinda’s head snapped around along with everyone else’s. Suddenly on the spot now that all eyes in the room were looking his way, Albert gave them his serious expression. ‘I’m a retired detective superintendent from Kent. I’m afraid we need to treat this as a crime scene and bring in the local police.’