Park patrol

Ben hunched over in the cab of the lorry, eyes cast down, earphones firmly in place. He tugged his hoodie further over his face and ramped up his music, trying to drown out his stepdad, along with the

DETECTIVE Inspector Ruth Jackson looked down at the body of a man lying face down in the grass. “He was hit from behind by a blunt instrument,” the pathologist, Brandon Young, said. He had been there

SO you’ll be all right, Meg?” I smile at my sister-in-law and summon confidence I don’t have. “Of course. We’ll be fine, won’t we?” My lovely nieces nod and come and stand at my side. “And any problem

When I was a child, we had a tortoise called Winnie who had belonged to my father when he was a boy in the 1950s. He called his pet Winston after Churchill, but this name had to be changed when he dis

YOUR text message sounded quite urgent,” Jane said. “Nothing wrong at the shop, is there?” She and her daughter had met for coffee at Caravaggio’s. On the other side of the small market square stood t

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