Death of the Eleven-Toed Man (Wye Valley Widows #2)

They say curiosity killed the cat, but in the sleepy village of Monksworthy, it’s about to unearth a body.

When local aristocrat Sir Barnaby Cavendish-Mortimer joins the village detectorists, he’s expecting old Roman coins and a Saturday morning stroll — not a dead body buried on his estate.

A body with eleven toes.

Naturally, the villagers do what they do jump to conclusions. And all fingers — and toes, it seems — point to Sir Barnaby as the killer.

As full-time busybodies and part-time sleuths, Sylvie, Liz and Harriet can’t just sit back while their friend’s reputation crumbles.

With a little snooping, a lot of eavesdropping and more pastries than strictly necessary, the trio are determined to clear Sir Barnaby’s name.

But while the gossip swirls and suspicions mount, another body is discovered. And this time, Sylvie, Liz and Harriet know the victim.

This isn’t just a case of whodunit — it’s a question of who’s next.

Can the three amateur sleuths crack the case before the killer strikes again — or will one of them be next to end up six feet under . . . ?