Quickly pulling the bolt out, she was halfway through before it was even properly open. The sea was in front of her, and to the right, about a half a mile away, was the fisherman’s cottage. A dozen or so upended boats surrounded the blue-washed cottage. The ground was uneven, but Kristina was pre...
Having been driven off a cliff, shot at, and knowing that they would try anything, probably when he was least expecting it, Mike had checked his mirrors constantly as he’d woven in and out of the traffic. He knew he had to be vigilant, because they were probably becoming pretty desperate now, and...
A policeman was standing outside the door to the flat, in the process of chasing half a dozen nosy kids away as Mike pulled up. 'Hey, copper, is that right – the bloke who lives in there’s a murderer?' shouted one of the boys, no more than eight years old with a shock of red hair. 'Has he chopped...