The music stopped. The guests departed. Then Sir Lionel Partridge dropped dead.The Regency Inn’s glittering charity soiree ends in shock when a charming antiquities dealer is found poisoned in a private room. The police quickly arrest Dorothea Finch as the prime suspect, claiming artistic humiliation turned murderous. Her brother Edgar pushes forward to take the blame, insisting she is innocent. None of it sits right with Veronica Vale.
Everyone at the party has secrets worth killing for. Forged artifacts, blackmail, and whispered scandals ripple through London society, and each suspect has something to hide. As Veronica digs deeper with Benji at her heels, she must untangle a web of deceit before the wrong person is ruined and a killer slips away.
Meanwhile, a surprising proposal threatens to change the Vale family forever.
A sharp and twisty historical mystery set in 1920s London for fans of clever sleuths, witty banter, and scandal with style.
In answer to the last question in the book: 'Surprise? No, not in the least'. It's been expected vaguely in some of the previous books and was blatently obvious throughout this one. But is it going to encourage me to stay tuned? Probably not, because I'm getting less and less fond of the heroine. Everything always has to be her way, if friends and family want to have a different opinion or lead their life a way she wouldn't there's never the least chance she'll concede they may be right, I'm a bit surprised anyone is still speaking to her.