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MAX swept his hair out of his eyes, but the wind blew it back again. He must get to the barber but he’d been so busy lately. It was a blustery day. The long grasses around him rippled like waves, and

YOUR text message sounded quite urgent,” Jane said. “Nothing wrong at the shop, is there?” She and her daughter had met for coffee at Caravaggio’s. On the other side of the small market square stood t

Finally reaching the island, Beth realised something was very wrong

Ben hunched over in the cab of the lorry, eyes cast down, earphones firmly in place. He tugged his hoodie further over his face and ramped up his music, trying to drown out his stepdad, along with the

CAROLYN had made the mistake of telling her daughter, Emma, that she was going to make an effort to get out more. “It’s a poor thing when the characters from my crime dramas seem to be all I have in t

A crisis meant Beth had to get to the remote island – and quickly