Tide of suspicion

LATE one night, when all customers had left the Mermaid Tavern, Morwenna was washing the used tankards. There hadn’t been that many customers that night, which was often a sign that people were engage

MORWENNA stood motionless, the gusting wind buffeting her. The music she could hear came in snatches, brought to her on the waves of the wind. There was a pale moon. If she got to the headland, she mi

VERITY LEDGER was shopping in Deal. She had bought some embroidery silks for her mother and some scarlet ribbon she thought would look quite striking in her hair. She was sure Thomas Doyle would appre

IT had been a long, hard drive. Frances had left early, hoping to get away before the rush hour – only to discover that the rush hour started earlier still. She stopped for a break further south than

FROM the advantage of the cliffs, Petroc Trembath quietened his horse, Bucca, and withdrew his spyglass. From his vantage point he could see Morwenna Wainright at the window. Hidden by the landscape,

THE clamour of seagulls woke Frances. For a moment, she was disorientated. Not so much in place – she knew this bedroom well – as in time. She had the odd feeling that none of the last 30-odd years ha