A Neighbour’s Guide to Murder by Louise Candlish

S arah advanced towards the bloke who was ...

S ara lifted her hand to her forehead ...

‘Y ou’d love it here, Sal!’ Janey enthused ...

Look at this, Kerry!” I called over my assistant in the café I owned and ran. “What is it?” she asked. I handed her the letter. “A reviewer from the glossy local lifestyle magazine, Aspire, is arrivin

YOU can’t just throw it all in a skip, Mum!” Bryony’s voice was muffled by a dust mask as she crouched in the loft space, carefully avoiding bumping her head on the beams. She examined a battered trun