The killing stones

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

CAN’T you hurry?” Stuart was saying urgently to his nurse, Alice. “You mustn’t let her get away! “Can’t you get these tubes out of me?” “Leave those tubes alone, Stuart. I’m going as fast as I can,” A

ELLA stood in the church porch, chatting nervously to the other bridesmaid. They were waiting for Julia, the mother of the bride. Ella had glanced inside the church when she first arrived to check whe

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

As free as a bird, but this gentleman of the road didn’t realise just how much he was loved