It’s Probably Mrs Gillespie

‘What is Mr Bridgewater is doing? That’s a mighty big bag he’s putting in his boot. And in all this snow too.’ ‘It’s a dead body, mum,’ Bailey said, not looking up from his magazine. ‘I told you months ago he’s been killing off the wrinklies in the neighbourhood. But you never listen. He can […]

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Murder in the Yard

The noise had been niggling at Nora for a while, sifting into her dreams at the edge of consciousness. She squirmed in bed. The sound took shape, a whirr of an engine. A saw. A chainsaw. It was coming from the back yard. She jumped up and ran outside. Her tree lay in pieces all […]

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