Crossing tracks

STUART looked at his father as the older man bid again, taking him past his pre-decided limit. Another agonising gap followed, the air heavy with tension as the auctioneer looked in the direction of t

JIM TEMPLEMAN smiled at Primrose across the table. “I’m sorry the way things worked out at lunch yesterday. “That agent of mine could talk your ear off but I guess he didn’t think to involve you in th

IRIS walked slowly to the front door of her Victorian villa in Fairley, a sleepy Sussex village. It had begun, she fumed silently – the “invasion” of her home. Of course, she’d been expecting it. Her

Having made a shocking discovery, was Clare’s own life now in danger?

Clare had theories about her friend’s disappearance. Could she prove them to be true?

G av drove home, glancing up at the ...