She got up from her armchair in the old-fashioned sitting room at the rectory and made her way through to the kitchen. Brian was away on a two-day conference in London – promising to bring back Joyce her favourite lilac creams from Harrods. ‘A decadent choice,’ she always said, ‘but if you couldn...
Like Frances and Ambrose, she couldn’t bring herself to think the worst had happened. The whole Standington-Fulthrope family, dreadfully upset themselves, all rallied round her. Her parents called twice a day from Barbados to check up on her and see if there was any progress on the case. Camilla ...
The banging of the headboard next door was getting even louder. If she’d known what shaggers Tara and Tim were, she would never have moved here in the first place. The noise reached a hammering crescendo, there was a single wail, and then it all fell silent. Saffron knew it was a brief respite – ...