Final act

INGLEFIELD Publishing Group, Primrose Barry speaking, good morning.” Primrose heard the coins drop at the other end of the line. Someone calling from a telephone kiosk. “Primrose?” Hearing her sister’

DETECTIVE Inspector Ruth Jackson looked down at the body of a man lying face down in the grass. “He was hit from behind by a blunt instrument,” the pathologist, Brandon Young, said. He had been there

YOU shouldn’t be here, I’m afraid. It’s private property,” Rosamund said distractedly, hearing footsteps behind her and barely glancing at the man approaching the house. She’d only arrived at Riverdal

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

Harriet had been plotting for months. From the backseat of her chauffeur driven car, kohl-rimmed eyes flashed towards an art deco building. It was the grand opening of a new nightclub – the hottest ti

THE train was slowing. Augustine Brown looked again at the letter in her hand. Exciting news! her sister Cordelia had written. “An unexpected guest at the hotel: Maria Mironova. Exciting news indeed.