SARAH DITUM

STAY still,” a strong, male voice commanded from the gloom. The autumn sun was setting on Wildwood Cottage, silhouetting its undulating structure dramatically against a charcoal and orange sky. “Well,

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

A h, right. So Phil can’t take you? Well, I can drive you and Jack to the Christmas tree place, Tara,’ my new neighbour Nick offered. ‘Oh, that’s a kind offer. I know it’s a bit early, but we like to

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

All night?” Mark’s eyes widened behind his NHS specs. “You’re not scared, are you?” Ryan teased, but with a friendly smile. “Of course I’m not scared!” Mark puffed out his chest. “But I don’t think Mu