Murder in the woods

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

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

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

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,

“Every time I go into some Midsomer Village it’s always the same thing. Blackmail, sexual-deviancy, suicide and murder. How could you possibly expect me to go live in one of them” – DCI Tom Barnaby We