Mucking in

HAYLEY grabbed her toolbox from the back of the van and walked up the pathway. Ever since seeing the address on the worksheet, she’d been looking forward to this job. The house was just three doors aw

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

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

THERE had to be at least 30 kids, milling around the ferry terminal like ants. “Why do people transport kids at night, anyway?” Julia asked her client, Mr Berry, who was chief buyer for the ferry cong

JOSH dabbed expertly at the cut he’d just finished sewing up. He’d made a neat job of it and it should heal very nicely, leaving only a line. It wouldn’t be seen, anyway, once the cat’s fur grew back.