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

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

Ellie was looking to her future – until she saw a face from her past

My sister starts work at the charity shop – and change could be on the way

FROM its oak panelling to the worn leather chairs, the room was oddly old fashioned. Rather like Ralph Draper himself, Dolly observed, glancing around the private detective’s office. She hadn’t expect

IT was one of those overheard snatches of conversations that immediately makes you keen to hear the rest of it. “You know, I really wasn’t in the mood to go,” the woman on the seat in front of me was