|Posted on August 9, 2010 at 8:50 AM||comments (1)|
Travis remembered it as if it were yesterday. How could he have forgotten what had been one of the happiest days of his life? His first meeting with Helena. At that time he was 24, and had reached the rank of DC at Scotland Yard after completing an honours degree in criminology. It was Monday 20th July 1985 - a beautiful summer’s day; the sun was radiant as ever in a clear blue sky and there was a light breeze blowing. He remembered her raven black hair cascading over her shoulders and...Read Full Post »
|Posted on August 3, 2010 at 7:48 AM||comments (1)|
An accident? Or a murder? A murder? Or an accident? That question had been weighing heavily on Travis’ mind for a long time, and it was still there. He had tried to call her on her mobile, but heard nothing more than her soft sweet voice on her answering machine, ‘Hi, it’s Helena Hunt. I’m not available at the moment. Please, feel free to leave me a message and I‘ll call you back asap.’ The tone had rung out endlessly until a un...Read Full Post »
|Posted on July 27, 2010 at 8:24 AM||comments (1)|
That year was the snowiest and coldest winter on record in 20 years. Much of the United Kingdom was blanketed in snow, and it was cold enough for the sea to freeze in places such as Poole harbour in Dorset or the Thames. The Met Office warned there was no end in sight, and that heavy snow was due to fall in some areas - where fresh snowfall of 5 and 10 cm was expected.
Except for the youngest, it was not weather which brought much pleasure to the averge British citizen, espe...Read Full Post »
|Posted on May 30, 2010 at 6:56 AM||comments (4)|
I was trying to keep the search as short as possible with night beginning to fall ; my vision had adjusted to the gathering gloom and I had been wandering aimlessly for about half and hour around the gardens. There was still no sight of Lucy and I began to fear the worst - goodness knows what my face would have looked like. The silence of the suroundings was only broken by the noise of twigs crackling under my feet, and my own laboured breathing as I fought to keep down my increasing sense o...Read Full Post »
|Posted on May 26, 2010 at 7:01 AM||comments (3)|
Violent blasts of hot air threatened the sky which was full of dark masses of cloud hanging over Brenton Village. Now and then forks of lightning flashed in the distance, plunging an isolated house, fringed by fields and woodland into darkness. Sitting by the window, facing the fireplace, Aleah shivered from to time to time. She sat with a diary on her lap, holding a note. Recognizing the slanting handwriting, she began to read.
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|Posted on May 21, 2010 at 3:47 PM||comments (6)|
Darkness started to gather on Mansfield and for the more curious and the less fearful amongst them, some villagers sat up late each evening. They stood at their windows, peering out even though there was not much hope than to only catch a fleeting glimpse of it.
In the streets, which was lit light by the full moon, Stanley went ...Read Full Post »