Nuptial Sacrifice

Book 14: The Falconer Files

by Andrea Frazer

Genres: Cozy Mystery; Police Procedurals; Traditional Mysteries

Synopsis

After many trials and tribulations, eternal bachelor Detective Inspector Harry Falconer has finally decided to get hitched. His bride - the delectable Dr Honey Dubois! With his trusty sergeant Carmichael as best man, Falconer is in remarkably good spirits as the big day closes in. OK, so the normally lugubrious Carmichael is having trouble getting his words out, and there's the unenlightened Mrs Falconer senior to deal with. But surely nothing serious can go wrong? With impeccable timing, it does - will bride and groom last long enough to cut the cake, or will it all be over before it even begins? The final instalment in the much-loved Falconer Files series by acclaimed author Andrea Frazer.

Release date: July 14, 2017

Publisher: Accent Press

Print pages: 38

Sample

He was standing in the church, aware of his best man’s presence beside him. He stood silently, his eyes gazing unwaveringly forward towards the altar, slowly becoming conscious of the realisation that something was wrong; something didn’t feel right.

In slow motion, he swivelled his head towards his best man, Carmichael, only to have his breath taken away on realising that the best man was in full clown’s regalia: huge misshapen shoes, baggy striped costume, green curly wig, white make-up and a big round red nose.

The clown smiled, and the groom suddenly looked down at his own body to discover that, instead of being attired in full morning suit, he was stark naked. His hands immediately moved into position as substitute fig leaves as, instead of the wedding march being played by the church organ, a big band struck up with ‘In the Mood’.

Whipping his head round to see if he could catch a glimpse of Honey as he attempted to hide his embarrassment, he saw her in a Mardi Gras outfit, a very revealing melange of feathers and sequins, beginning to samba down the aisle towards him. His mouth opened to scream. This was not how it was supposed to be!

Detective Inspector Harry Falconer woke from his tormented sleep, the scream frozen in his throat, and allowed his eyes to roam round his bedroom - his own bedroom in his own house, exactly where he should be - and a smile spread across his face as consciousness returned, and he realised that it had only been a nightmare. Today was the day of his wedding rehearsal. He was finally marrying Dr Honey Dubois, she of the light brown skin, the braided hair, the long graceful neck, and the divine figure, rounded where it should be yet deliciously delicate. The ceremony was on Saturday.

OK, the rehearsal wasn’t until five thirty, but this was his last day at work before the commencement of ceremonies and, by this evening, he would have become inextricably entwined with the process of becoming a married man, and excitement made his stomach churn and shortened his breath. He was going to marry Honey at last: not that it had been a long engagement and, he being a naturally shy man socially, it was really fortuitous that she had proposed to him. Left to his own devices, this would probably not even have been broached for the next year or two. How he did admire this forward woman – and love her.

She had asked him to marry her one day in the police station car park, after one of his shifts, and they had sorted out a ring as soon as possible, his jaw dropping open at the price of such tiny trinkets. Theirs had been a slightly bumpy courtship, a bit on-and-off, with a few surprises along the way, but they had been engaged for three months now, a time deemed long enough by both of them to arrange and execute a wedding.

It was now June, and the day was approaching fast, with the weather glorious and his mood to match. He had never felt so sunny as he swanned into the CID office with a broad, beaming smile that took the other occupants quite by surprise. His usual expression was one of glowering intensity, and DS Carmichael was alarmed. DC Tomlinson was also taken off guard and squeaked out, ‘Is there anything wrong, guv?’

He wasn’t surprised that his good mood had taken them by surprise. He’d even found himself s. . .