Strawberry Jam On Tuesdays

Falling drunk into Stephen Hawking's wheelchair didn't seem to bother the 23-year-old Canadian. Considering he had already been tied naked to a roundabout and vomited into a vacuum cleaner, Antony was thinking his return to the UK was going quite well.
But that all changed in the summer of 1993, when he visited his great-aunt—or what was left of her. Someone had wanted her dead, and whatever secrets she held, a brick to the head made sure she took them to her grave.

The murder weapon he knew all too well. It was no ordinary brick. It was a "clover," one of thousands his great-grandfather had made at the end of the Victorian era. He knew little about the family business or the souvenir empire his great-aunt had built, but with a killer on the loose, Antony knew it was time to confront his family's past.
With help from Cousin Drunk and a shady, uninvited spirit-guide, it was a race against time, not only to uncover what could possibly warrant murder, but to make sure he wasn't next in line.

Raw and personal, absurd and heartfelt, this is the story of a brick-maker's accidental legacy, a book about the power of the greater self and the courage to put to rest the discovery of a harsh and disturbing past.