Gone to the dogs

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

Ben hunched over in the cab of the lorry, eyes cast down, earphones firmly in place. He tugged his hoodie further over his face and ramped up his music, trying to drown out his stepdad, along with the

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

Kerry had just served dinner when Jason’s mobile buzzed. “Can it wait?” she asked. “Sorry, love, no,” he said, tapping in a number as he hurried from the room. Curious, she crept to the door. “Three o

I’ll fight for his cause like a dog with a bone