Rashida had come home smelling of smoke. Things had to change. She was going to book flights to Egypt for the first day of the childrens’ school holidays and then she was going to dismiss that private detective. She’d do it in writing so there could be no misunderstanding. She’d deliver the lette...
The plods from Essex who were supposed to have been securing the house and the garden had managed to let someone get past them. But then he, or she, had shot at them. They’d managed to retrieve a bullet from the side of Sean Rogers’s house. But the rest of the operation had been a disaster. All t...