Mystery at st xavier’s

IT wasn’t yet seven o’clock when Father Ricardo rode his scooter through the gates of St Xavier’s School. He was nervous and excited on his first day teaching at Rettona’s Jesuit school, and determine

PLEASE, will you help me?” Nunzia asked Ricardo imploringly. She couldn’t find the stolen microscope and clear Matteo’s name on her own, and she was sure the young priest was the best person to help h

Nicola reached into her boot and took out a large white crate before yanking it shut. Ever since her mum’s washing machine had broken and hadn’t been possible to repair, Nicola had collected her washi

THAT summer, for the first time, Gabriella had invested in a season membership of the Lido Club and it had been worth every cent. Not only had it given her access to one of the fenced-off sections of

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

MARCIA watched her grandson Matthew carefully as they toured the sumptuous interior of Moitlet Hall. To the other visitors, it no doubt seemed he was in awe of the opulent furnishings, wonderful artwo