Anything can happen

INGLEFIELD Publishing Group, Primrose Barry speaking, good morning.” Primrose heard the coins drop at the other end of the line. Someone calling from a telephone kiosk. “Primrose?” Hearing her sister’

Thanks for coming in today, Bea,” said Jason, the commissioning editor at Bluestone Press, where Bea was interviewing for yet another assistant job. “We’ll be in touch.” “Okay, great,” replied Bea, fo

THE house in Camden was even more dilapidated than Primrose remembered from her one previous visit. At the top of the crumbly steps Primrose rang the bell and read the names below it, written on a scr

TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape

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

MARIGOLD stood outside Primrose’s office building at five-thirty. This time, she was sure she wouldn’t be let down. When Primrose had phoned earlier in the week she’d sounded different, less impatient