He’s got a serial killer plotting his demise, CI Quinn on his case, and two crazed Pomeranians nipping at his heels … time for a nice round of golf then.
Naturally, there’s a body in the clubhouse just waiting to be discovered and with the list of suspects growing, Mike soon wishes he chosen a safer sport, like chainsaw juggling, perhaps.
General Trout had a fatal appointment with the business end of a nine iron and those around him all appear to have both motive and opportunity. Did they all really want him dead? No one seems in the least bit upset, except for the general himself, whose ghostly figure now haunts the greens every night as the sun sets over the eighteenth hole.
Will General Trout's spirit haunt the club until someone brings his killer to justice? Or are reports of these ghastly sightings a ruse to throw Mike Atwell off the scent?
