Gone to the dogs

WHAT d’you reckon, sir?” Sergeant Winner sidled up to his long-time inspector with a worried look. His grey eyes swivelled towards a swelling crowd of newspaper men. Under an early-morning sky which t

Nicola reached into her boot and took out a large white crate before yanking it shut. Ever since her mum’s washing machine had broken and hadn’t been possible to repair, Nicola had collected her washi

Carol was not what you would call a dog person. It wasn’t that she actively disliked the creatures – she just didn’t see the point in having one in the house. All the hassle, the hair everywhere, and

OH, what a good boy. Look at that handsome face. What’s his name?” “It’s, er, Woofles,” Jane said. “Come on then, you – I’m sure the lady’s busy.” “Oh, don’t mind about me, I’m in no rush,” the woman

BELINDA ran down the lane towards the beach. In the early morning light, the sea was a metallic blue, streaked with amber. She inhaled the air and beamed. It was her favourite time of year – late summ

‘C ome on, let’s get your supper,’ May said ...