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Who was blackmailing the members of Gwen’s book club?
BY KATIE ASHMORE
BONNIE, darling, it’s been so nice to see you again and reminisce about schooldays. “How is Mr Teddy, by the way? I almost forgot to ask. “But now I must own up.” The invitation to meet Amelia Courtne
Can you work out whodunnit when a woman is killed at the Little Snodbury Crime Festival?
HOW quickly Sylvia’s life had changed! At New Year, she’d wished that the next 12 months would mean better health for her grandmother, a new washing machine for her mother and, if at all possible, a p
IT was no fun being dead – particularly when you had a cramp in your leg. Gemma raised her head from the dusty floor, looking for Tarquin. “Do I really have to stay here until the end of the act?” she
TENDERLY, Violet touched her frail mother’s cheek. Ruby gazed wide-eyed at her daughter. Eventually, shocked and disbelieving, she spoke, her voice a feeble whisper. “Violet, I’m begging you. Don’t go
ENA walked carefully, not wanting to strain her back. Those new painkillers were making a difference, but the doctor had also suggested gentle exercise. It was early days, but her back felt better and