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

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

VENITA FITZALAN-BLAKE had never liked dancing. And after treading the length and breadth of Bond Street, Mayfair and Piccadilly, fruitlessly seeking employment, she had good cause to remember why. If

Serial part 1

THIS is so good of you, Primrose,” Janet said for the umpteenth time as they sat opposite each other on the Tube train. “If you say that again . . . What are friends for?” Primrose said, nudging her f

MARIGOLD stood outside Primrose’s office building at five-thirty. This time, she was sure she wouldn’t be let down. When Primrose had phoned earlier in the week she’d sounded different, less impatient