Granny howard and the handbag heist

IT’S time to go to the police again,” Mark said. “That’s what I think.” “We all think that,” Lydia snapped. “We have all got that far, Mark.” The Denzell children glared at each other, then sighed and

TUESDAYS had always been Joyce’s day for looking after Megan, her granddaughter. To begin with, this had meant caring for her as a tiny baby, taking her for long walks in her pram as her mum had gone

THE door opened and Detective Inspector Liv Nairn and Detective Constable Wayne Taylor climbed out of the pool car. They were each trying not to be impressed by the grand old country manor before them

IT was definitely in the middle pocket. A ten pound note and two fives. “I only remembered it last night when I was peeling the potatoes for dinner. “Of course, you were closed by then.” Mrs Featherst

COME on, Auntie Jo – your turn!” Seven-year-old Sophie pushed the little cubes of wood across the table towards her aunt. Jo glanced at the clock and sighed. Still another 10 minutes before her niece

YOU can’t just throw it all in a skip, Mum!” Bryony’s voice was muffled by a dust mask as she crouched in the loft space, carefully avoiding bumping her head on the beams. She examined a battered trun