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When her husband mysteriously
After yet another row,Sara’s husband had finally taken drastic action
It has been a long drive, but I need to get as far away from the city as possible. Somewhere near Andover the stupidity of what I’m doing hits me and I pull into a service station, get out of the car
Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si
A criminal in their midst? Thankfully the village had its own Miss Marple
Souvenirs from past times bring back happy memories for Jenny and Tess
Nothing much happened in the village DS Dottie Reed was posted to – until a body was found