Every contact leaves a trace…

Scrubbing splatters of dried blood off floors and furniture with heavy-duty bleach, I tried not to dwell on the poor soul who’d lost their life within these walls. As a crime-scene cleaner, grim sight

WHAT IT’S LIKE TO…

This week’s crime story...

Blood, sweat and tears made me a sweeping success

As Lorraine walked home from a night with mates, a sinister stranger wasn’t far behind

IT was what Wendy’s mum would have called a “mulling things over” day. As Wendy gazed out of the café window, puffy clouds sailed in a sky of stone-washed denim. It was the sort of day she and Ray had