The amsterdam affair

Having made a shocking discovery, was Clare’s own life now in danger?

Are you sure, love? Why not go on a nice holiday with a friend instead?” “Honestly, Mum,” Lucy said, a touch impatiently. “I’m thirty, not a teenager! I want to travel, be on my own for a while. Since

THE buildings on either side of the street seemed to bend in upon Meg Talbot. Their upper windows were looming as she picked her way through the slime and detritus. She could hardly see the September

COME on, Jo. You haven’t been out with us for ages,” Gemma chided me, when she phoned. “It’s not good for you sitting about in that poky flat all on your own.” “I’m not on my own. I have Simon,” I cor

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

I’ve lived in fear of Dad’s mystery killer for decades. Now it’s their turn to be scared