Mystery at the nightclub

OF course, Edwina imagined seeing him everywhere. It was only natural in the circumstances, she supposed, but surely that was just wishful thinking? After all, it simply couldn’t really be Laurence. S

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.

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

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

INGLEFIELD Publishing Group, Primrose Barry speaking, good morning.” Primrose heard the coins drop at the other end of the line. Someone calling from a telephone kiosk. “Primrose?” Hearing her sister’

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