Murder in the woods

POLICE CONSTABLE FLEUR GRAY stood outside Chief Inspector Ferguson’s office. She nervously brushed her hands over her uniform before lifting her hand to knock. She paused, reflecting on how far she’d

GAVIN and I turned to look at each other on the sofa as the television credits rolled. “I know we’ve agreed for a long time that ‘Inspector Bletchley’ is our favourite programme,” I said. “But that wa

I’ve lived in fear of Dad’s mystery killer for decades. Now it’s their turn to be scared

BEHIND THE BIG CRIME

THE buildings on either side of the street seemed to bend in upon Meg Talbot. Their upper windows were looming as she picked her way through the slime and detritus. She could hardly see the September

Clare had theories about her friend’s disappearance. Could she prove them to be true?