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NICOLA had been dreaming of this moment for so long – it was important to savour it. Sitting at her writing desk by the window of her newly decorated study, previously a box room, nothing stood in the

DETECTIVE Constable Judy Mullins tried not to come across as too eager, but it was her first week in CID. Being a detective was all she’d ever wanted. She was new to the town and didn’t know the area,

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

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

I have always loved a good ghost story or tale of paranormal activity. As a kid, I would borrow books from the library about the famous ghost hunters, such as Harry Price, or read the great ghost stor

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