For Richer, For Deader
Is the Wedding Between Sir Hewitt Willoughby-Franklin’s Step-Daughter and Billionaire’s Son Off?
Rumours are that the recent death of Kelley Lindsell (29), the personal chef of tycoon Rudy (68) and Sheri Trotman (65) at Sir Hewitt’s Fawstead Manor country estate in Fenshire, has spooked Sybil Bransgrove (36) so badly she’s considering cancelling her nuptials.
Meanwhile the bride and her mother, Lady Grace (61), are being supported by family friend Lady Beatrice (36), the Countess of Rossex, who, alongside her business partner Perry Juke, is currently managing the project to refurbish the Manor House and Lodge on the estate.
Not again! Now that Lady Grace has asked Lady Beatrice to liaise with the police during the investigation into Kelley’s death, she’ll have to cooperate with boorish Detective Chief Inspector Richard Fitzwilliam whether she likes it or not. Her only relief will be solving the murder with the help of her friends Perry and Simon and her dog Daisy to get rid of him faster. But with so many wedding party guests staying on-site, any one of them could be the killer. Can they find out who it is before Sybil calls off the wedding…
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Hello. I’m Helen Golden. I write British contemporary cozy whodunnits with a hint of humour. I live in small village in Lincolnshire in the UK with my husband, my step-daughter, her two cats, our two dogs, sometimes my step-son, and our tortoise.
I used to work in senior management, but after my recent job came to a natural end I had the opportunity to follow my dreams and start writing. It’s very early in my life as an author, but so far I’m loving it.
It’s crazy busy at our house, so when I’m writing I retreat to our caravan (an impulsive lockdown purchase) which is mostly parked on our drive. When I really need total peace and quiet, I take it to a lovely site about 15 minutes away and hide there until my family runs out of food or clean clothes
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For Richer, For Deader by Helen Golden
This is an extract from the first scene and the first chapter of For Richer, For Deader. In it
Detective Chief Inspector Richard Fitzwilliam takes a call from his boss who tells him that
Lady Beatrice, the Countess of Rossex, who is seventeenth in line to the British throne, has discovered not one, but two bodies, at Fawstead Manor, the recently purchased country home of TV’s Sir Hewitt Willoughby-Franklin and his wife Lady Grace, who is a close friend of Lady Beatrice’s mother, HRH Princess Helen. Lady Beatrice is working on the refurbishment of Fawstead Manor alongside her business partner Perry Juke, in preparation for the arrival of the wedding party for the marriage of Lady Grace’s daughter Sybil to Otis Trotman, the son and heir of the American billionaire Rudy Trotman.
Extract (475 words)
“Chief inspector, I have Superintendent Blake on the phone. He says it’s urgent.”
Detective Chief Inspector Richard Fitzwilliam stopped drumming his fingers on the top of his mahogany office desk. He pushed aside the papers he’d been staring at since he’d got into work that morning and sighed. A call from his boss always meant extra work for him.
“Okay Carol, please put him through.”
The phone line clicked, confirming his PA had transferred the call.
“Nigel, what can I do for you?”
“Richard, we have a problem at Fawstead Manor.” Superintendent Nigel Blake of the Protection and Investigation (Royal) Service wasn’t one to beat around the bush when it came to protecting the royal family.
Fitzwilliam ignored the tightening of his stomach. “What sort of problem, sir?” he asked slowly. Fawstead Manor in Fenshire was currently being refurbished by Lady Beatrice, the Countess of Rossex. Surely she wasn’t embroiled in another incident so soon after the murder investigation at her home, Francis Court, had been concluded back in April?
“The Countess of Rossex has found a body.”
Fitzwilliam shook his head. Not again!
“In fact, she’s found two.”
What? Fitzwilliam’s head spun. Two bodies? How on earth had she got mixed up in trouble so soon after last time? Hadn’t he jokingly said to her back in April to try not to find any more bodies after her and her business partner Perry Juke had discovered Francis Court’s estate manager dead in a room they’d been refurbishing? Clearly, she hadn’t listened to him then, just like she’d not listened to him throughout his investigation into Alex Sterling’s death.
That woman! He suppressed a low moan.
He’d deliberately not thought about Lady Beatrice in the four months since he’d left Francis Court. He’d not thought about how she’d made him laugh with her smart remarks. He’d not thought about getting lost in those intelligent green eyes. And he had most definitely not thought about what it would have been like if it had been her who had joined him as a holiday companion on his recent vacation in Greece. Maybe it wouldn’t have turned into such a disaster? He smiled and shook his head. With the way he seemed to rub her up the wrong way, perhaps it would have been even worse!
Nigel’s voice mumbling in his ear snapped him back into the room.
“…so go to Fenshire and see what’s going on. I need to know if this is a credible threat to the countess.”