A slice of betrayal

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

MORNING, Miss Argent!” Solicitor’s clerk Timothy Munn beamed, tipping his hat. He was heading towards an office next door to the young confectioner’s shop. “Be sure to save some violet creams for me.

Come on, girls, buck up and let’s get this show on the road. We can’t stand still and rest on our laurels – we must be innovative. Improve and modernise, that’s the key to a successful business!” Just

STRAIGHT upstairs, Billy, and wash those hands. Chicken wings OK for tea?” “With barbecue sauce?” Billy licked his lips. “Yes. Be quick, now.” Dumping his muddy football boots by the door, Billy scoot

I made myself scrambled eggs for Sunday breakfast, accompanied by a toasted sourdough English muffin from the farmers’ market and my favourite coffee in my favourite mug. I had the latest Richard Osma

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