Police Constable Hamish Macbeth attempts to solve the death of Morag Todd while visiting a health farm.
With a cold in his head and no place to go for Christmas, Hamish snaps up the invitation of drop-dead gorgeous Jane Wetherby to spend the holiday at her Scottish island health farm -- and figure out who is trying to kill her.
A gypsy-like drifter causes trouble in the village and turns up murdered in his camper.
Hamish Macbeth's life is going to pot. He's been promoted (horrors!), his boss is a dunce, and--to add insult to injury--a sinister self-proclaimed gypsy and his girlfriend have parked their rusty, eye-sore-of-a-van in the village.
Hamish Macbeth's life is going to pot. He's been promoted (horrors!), his boss is a dunce, and--to add insult to injury--a sinister self-proclaimed gypsy and his girlfriend have parked their rusty, eye-sore-of-a-van in the village.
Hamish Macbeth has more police work that he wants. As he investigates scams and burglaries he attracts the attention of his superiors. They feel a promotion and transfer will give him a wider playing field - but that's the last thing Macbeth wants.
Constable Hamish MacBeth heads for the village of Stoyre to investigate why its citizens are leaving in droves and encounters a series of baffling events, dangers, and mysteries.
Constable Hamish Macbeth, the beloved Scottish detective, is now faced with a mysterious murder and undercover drug operation.
British detective Hamish Macbeth travels to Amsterdam and poses as a spiffy drug dealer to find clues to a murder. The victim was a recovering drug addict in Macbeth's village in Scotland.
The most hated man in the most dour town in Scotland is sleeping with the fishes, or, more accurately, has been dumped into a tank filled with crustaceans. All that remains of the victim are his bones. But once the lobsters have been shipped off to Britain's best restaurants, th…
In dark, wintry Lochdubh, Christmas Cheer is about as welcome as a flat tyre on a deserted road. The Calvinist element in town has always resisted what they view as secular frivolity, so for most of the townsfolk there'll be no carols, feasting, gifts - or even whisky on Christm…
