Witness to murder

DID you really grow up here?” Kerry tried not to shiver as she walked round the empty rooms. And not just because the heating hadn’t been on for a long time and the sound of the rookery in the nearby

THE AUSTRALIAN TOWN OF FRANKSTON WAS RIPPED APART IN THE 1990S – UNTIL THE KILLER MADE A MISTAKE

NICOLA had been dreaming of this moment for so long – it was important to savour it. Sitting at her writing desk by the window of her newly decorated study, previously a box room, nothing stood in the

THE train was slowing. Augustine Brown looked again at the letter in her hand. Exciting news! her sister Cordelia had written. “An unexpected guest at the hotel: Maria Mironova. Exciting news indeed.

DETECTIVE Constable Judy Mullins tried not to come across as too eager, but it was her first week in CID. Being a detective was all she’d ever wanted. She was new to the town and didn’t know the area,

IF you didn’t do it, who killed your husband?” a voice in the crowd yelled, as Celia was rushed down the building’s back steps and into a waiting car. With the press shouting her name and camera flash