The confession

WHAT d’you reckon, sir?” Sergeant Winner sidled up to his long-time inspector with a worried look. His grey eyes swivelled towards a swelling crowd of newspaper men. Under an early-morning sky which t

IT was no fun being dead – particularly when you had a cramp in your leg. Gemma raised her head from the dusty floor, looking for Tarquin. “Do I really have to stay here until the end of the act?” she

Can you work out whodunnit when a woman is killed at the Little Snodbury Crime Festival?

BONNIE, darling, it’s been so nice to see you again and reminisce about schooldays. “How is Mr Teddy, by the way? I almost forgot to ask. “But now I must own up.” The invitation to meet Amelia Courtne

BELINDA ran down the lane towards the beach. In the early morning light, the sea was a metallic blue, streaked with amber. She inhaled the air and beamed. It was her favourite time of year – late summ

ENA walked carefully, not wanting to strain her back. Those new painkillers were making a difference, but the doctor had also suggested gentle exercise. It was early days, but her back felt better and