Undercover gran

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

GWEN slipped off her pumps and poured herself a cuppa from the brown teapot with its knitted cover. She sighed contentedly as she leaned back in the kitchen chair and picked up her post. It had been a

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

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

Iris climbed down from the donkey cart that had given her a lift from Penzance station, being careful not to ladder her best stockings, and walked up the narrow lane to Nantolven Farm. There was no si

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,