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Declan hoped Tara could help him to solve the mystery . . .
BY MARGRET GERAGH
WHAT sort of accident?” Declan looked worried. “Is your mother OK?” “Mum’s fine,” Tara said. “It’s Phyllis. “Mel – that’s her daughter – was driving her home and they tried to cross the ford. “With al
THE first thing Tara Wade bought on moving back to her family home in the country was a pair of wellingtons. She already had a pair, but they were cowslip-yellow, designed for brightening up a rainy d
AFTER Phyllis’s dramatic accusation, Tara felt sick. Had Declan deceived her? But Declan was shaking his head. “Oh, Phyllis, what you overheard was a silly throwaway comment. “Dragon has a problem wit
Apart from the For Sale board, the house didn’t look any different from the last time I was here. Six months ago now. The day of my father’s funeral. A memory of how fragile my mother appeared that da
IT’S time to go to the police again,” Mark said. “That’s what I think.” “We all think that,” Lydia snapped. “We have all got that far, Mark.” The Denzell children glared at each other, then sighed and
Chloe checked her phone yet again. Nothing. But he was bound to text her soon to tell her how sorry he was. Surely he must have realised by now that he’d made the biggest mistake of his life. Breaking