A location scouting company for movies and commercials has its owner go to England to a small country town to scout locations for a proposed film remake of one of the Austin novels, because there are not enough film versions of her books already cluttering up the place.
He goes on a Friday and by Monday has not returned, is not heard from, has not returned his rental vehicle, and the rest of the small company based in LA is nervous because, ok, well, he is a recovering alcoholic but has occasions of recidivism where he disappears for a several-day bender.
So his assistant goes to England to see if she can track him down, maybe boozing it up in one of the local pubs. Nobody calls the police and reports it because…. and here is the follow-the-money angle ….. they are afraid if the money guy who will be bankrolling this production finds out, he will pull out of the project and take his dinero elsewhere.
Yeah. I know. Stupid premise right off the bat.
So natch the young single woman (aren’t they all in these cozies?) meets up with a local young single good-looking guy (aren’t they all in these cozies?) who was working with the disappeared guy, and wouldn’t you just know it, they come up with more clues (or clews, if you are British) than the police, whom they are eventually forced to call. They get underfoot of the local gendarmes, make a series of stupid decisions, and make you wonder how they managed to get permission to enter the country in the first place.
Dopey situations, dopey characters, meh mystery which even *I*, the worst detective in the world, was able to solve.
There are more in this On Location series. Egad.