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The pawnbroker’s shop wasn’t how Bess had imagined it to be . . .
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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’
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
DID you really grow up here?” Kerry tried not to shiver as she walked round the empty rooms. And not just because the heating hadn’t been on for a long time and the sound of the rookery in the nearby
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
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
STUART looked at his father as the older man bid again, taking him past his pre-decided limit. Another agonising gap followed, the air heavy with tension as the auctioneer looked in the direction of t