It Wasn’t the Gardener

Konny and Kriemhild, both over sixty, are running – rather unsuccessfully – a bed & breakfast in the countryside. One day, the idyll is disturbed by murder – and the sisters turn out to be true master detectives...

Konny and Kriemhild, both over sixty, are running – rather unsuccessfully – a bed & breakfast in the countryside. One day, the idyll is disturbed by murder – and the sisters turn out to be true master detectives... A group of young musicians barges into the tranquility of the bed & breakfast owned by sisters Konny and Kriemhild, turning the entire operation upside down – until one of them is found dead. Did the gardener run the guest over with his riding mower by accident? Was it really an accident? Or was it murder after all? Without much ado, the sisters take the reins of the investigation in their own hands – their house, their rules.
And all of this right in front of an accidentally present hotel critic. And the hotel’s cat: the incredibly ugly sphynx tomcat Amenhotep.
What more do you need to create complete chaos?

»Kruse observes closely and has an unfailing eye for the absurdity of everyday life.« Sabine Nedele, Stuttgarter Zeitung

»Perceptive, well timed, cleverly worked out and simply incredibly funny.« Focus