Cloak and swagger

L AURA phoned her mother, trying to keep her voice light. “Hello, Mum, I’ve got a bit of news,” she said. “Hannah’s moving in with her boyfriend. “I need to either get a new flatmate, or try to find s

I HOPE this is the last time I’ll sit at home watching the Winter Olympics on telly,” I said. Jayne Torvill and Christopher Dean were kneeling on the ice. “In four years’ time, I want to be there, cov

THE Number 42 bus wheezed to a stop at the corner of Church Street. Sylvia Bennett climbed aboard with two shopping bags over her arm, filled with tea bags, digestives, cauliflower and a copy of her f

IT’S perfect,” I said. “Just think of all the time I’ll save on commuting. I’ll even be able to come home for lunch if I want to.” Mum didn’t look convinced. Of course, she was pleased that I’d found

SHE loved working in CID. But it wasn’t until DC Abbie Hayes’s senior colleagues went out for a curry that she got her big chance to shine. The phone call from Detective Inspector Stevens came while s

NORMA sat on her parents’ sofa and sipped her tea. It was Saturday afternoon, one of her favourite times of the week. She’d finished work at the newsagents at lunchtime and now, she had a relaxing aft