I’m awake. Very awake. It’s early on a wind-whipped Sunday morning and I’m neck-deep in the sea off the Isle of Man’s north-east coast. The rain is steady, the swell is heavy and the water is gaspindu

When Kathleen’s four babies died one by one, her grief was all consuming. But things were about to get far worse…

If Kerrith was going to save Alain, she would have to be brave

I had no idea that a monster was living in my home, waiting to strike

PRAYERS, PIRKS AND PRAWNS

A lovely lady, a peaceful street… and a chilling discovery