Death of a poison pen

Can you work out whodunnit when a woman is killed at the Little Snodbury Crime Festival?

WHAT d’you reckon, sir?” Sergeant Winner sidled up to his long-time inspector with a worried look. His grey eyes swivelled towards a swelling crowd of newspaper men. Under an early-morning sky which t

BONNIE, darling, it’s been so nice to see you again and reminisce about schooldays. “How is Mr Teddy, by the way? I almost forgot to ask. “But now I must own up.” The invitation to meet Amelia Courtne

A short while after we married, Tom and I made the decision to leave behind our hectic London lives and relocate to the tranquillity of rural living. We wanted a slower pace of life where the countrys

ENA walked carefully, not wanting to strain her back. Those new painkillers were making a difference, but the doctor had also suggested gentle exercise. It was early days, but her back felt better and

BELINDA ran down the lane towards the beach. In the early morning light, the sea was a metallic blue, streaked with amber. She inhaled the air and beamed. It was her favourite time of year – late summ