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

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

MORWENNA MAGUIRE stood on the cliffs overlooking Black Rock Bay, her cloak pulled closely about her. It was perhaps two o’ clock in the morning, a time when all decent law-abiding folk should be tucke

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,

SKYE, your parents are here with me.” Skye had to resist the temptation to end the call at once. “You don’t understand. They’re the reason I’m running away –” “They told me what the matter is,” Steph

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