Baking. It can get a guy killed.

When retired cop, Albert, arrives in Stilton for a festival, he has cheese on his mind, but that’s not what he gets …

… arriving the morning after the factory and warehouse have been raided, all the stilton is gone, and the security guard, Dave, who bravely fought to stop the thieves, needs someone’s help to save the day. With sidekick Rex Harrison, the failed police dog, at his side, our aging but sprightly hero will put his ear to the ground and his mind to work as he unravels the clues to this mystery.

Rex and Albert will be tested like never before in this quiet English town as they catch the first glimpse of a criminal mastermind at work.

Can they find the cheese in time to save the festival?

Will Rex be able to smell the answer with all the stinky cheese around?

It’s a race against time to solve this crime but is there something bigger going on? Can this really just be about some mouldy cheese?

‘Rex, the former police dog, steals the show every time. His attitude and antics are hilarious and just add to the story!’

Author Biography

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.