Haggis in horsham

MARION looked at the packs of crisps stacked on the supermarket shelf and sighed. No, there was no point in getting the multipack. She and Kenny would never get through that. And it wasn’t as if the H

G av drove home, glancing up at the ...

STAY still,” a strong, male voice commanded from the gloom. The autumn sun was setting on Wildwood Cottage, silhouetting its undulating structure dramatically against a charcoal and orange sky. “Well,

THE Misses Frobisher were new to Durham. They had chosen the city as their place of residence for its size. It was a proper city, but not so large that one could not walk from one end to the other eas

TOM! What are you doing here?” I stopped gazing at the empty space in the centre of the table, to throw myself into my fiancé’s arms. “You’re not supposed to be here until tonight,” I told him. “I dec

Maggie peered over her reading glasses and tutted. The date stone over the front door of The Rookery was covered in ivy. Another precious clue lost. Now she had only five for the treasure hunt she’d p