She had been away from her post at the Cultural Centre too long just to be buying sandwiches. But there was always the possibility that she had got chatting to a friend. Amaryllis knew some people treated supermarkets like their own front rooms, hosting large convivial get-togethers of friends an...
Apparently he advised on rescue digs when new sites were being developed, and had to investigate anything that was found that looked as if it might be of archaeological interest. On hearing this, Jock suggested the crisps in the Queen of Scots might fall into that category, and Charlie Smith thre...
Three pairs of eyes watched him from the other side. He couldn’t help seeing menace in their depths, despite the fact that one pair belonged to Jemima Douglas (formerly Stevenson), the least menacing person he knew. Apart from Christopher, of course. And Charlie Smith’s dog. What was he doing, th...
She lay there for a while debating with herself whether to get out of bed to make a note of it in case she had forgotten by breakfast time, which was only too likely, whether to wake him up to tell him, or whether to lie there telling it to herself over and over again in the hope that this would ...
Charlie and the dog were just turning in at the garden gate. The house was dark. He hadn’t thought until now about where Neil would spend the night, but he wondered if Amaryllis had given him the other spare bedroom – the little one his sister’s daughter used to inhabit when they all lived with h...
‘He needs to go home and sleep for a week,’ said Amaryllis once they were safely outside. The Council snow-plough sat in the middle of the road. ‘I wonder why it’s taken them so long to get round to us.’ ‘They may have forgotten about Pitkirtly,’ suggested Christopher. ‘We’re a bit off the beaten...
He believed firmly in the ill-will of his neighbours, and thought they would seize the opportunity to poke about looking at his leftovers and working out what he had eaten for tea, given half a chance. He wasn't bothered about the risk of anyone going through his bank statements, even although he...
She wondered if anything would be going on there at this time of day. If nothing else, there might be someone cleaning the premises after the speed-dating evening. And perhaps Sean lived there; she thought there had been a flat above the old café. Odd that he would run something like this in a re...