Beverley Birch books

Rift

‘It’s Matt, Matt, Matt!’ Joe was yelling, careering in a demented jig round the Land Rover as it slewed to a halt, and swinging a laughing Ella with him. ‘I heard him, I heard him, I heard him . . . ’ and the two of them plunged back into a knot of jubilant students. At sight of Murothi, Constabl...