Mr midnight cat

AN unholy screech cut through the night air. It was as if every cat in Southerly had taken up with the opera at once. The relentless yowling noise would’ve woken the dead. Cecilia was seriously unimpr

Nothing much happened in the village DS Dottie Reed was posted to – until a body was found

A criminal in their midst? Thankfully the village had its own Miss Marple

EMILY’S love of shoes was well known and much mocked within her family. Her husband, James, joked that she bought a new pair every time she set foot outside the house. Her grown-up daughter, Cara, sim

Maddie set the hammered silver dish at the back of the cabinet and arranged the utensils around it, a double-ended spoon-fork, knives and a long-handled ladle. Beside each, she put a description card,

Emily looked out of the window as the plane began its descent, frantically sucking a Polo as her ears complained about the drop in pressure. “You suffering?” the man in the next seat asked, looking co