The mystery of goldcrest grange

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

INGLEFIELD Publishing Group, Primrose Barry speaking, good morning.” Primrose heard the coins drop at the other end of the line. Someone calling from a telephone kiosk. “Primrose?” Hearing her sister’

MAX swept his hair out of his eyes, but the wind blew it back again. He must get to the barber but he’d been so busy lately. It was a blustery day. The long grasses around him rippled like waves, and

NICOLA had been dreaming of this moment for so long – it was important to savour it. Sitting at her writing desk by the window of her newly decorated study, previously a box room, nothing stood in the

TESS was completely disorientated when she woke up. Her eyes flickered open and she found herself facing an unfamiliar pale green wall. The room, wherever it was, held a faint hint of the new wallpape

Finally reaching the island, Beth realised something was very wrong