The mini digger we hired was bright yellow. It sounded like a bus and belched out black smoke. Phil, looking like he sat upon a child’s toy, aimed it down the garden after the hire company unloaded it

Clare had theories about her friend’s disappearance. Could she prove them to be true?

best for FICTION

SARAH DITUM

What memories lay within its crumbling walls? Fiona was about to find out

Serial part 4