Thomas stepped into the bar room. His clothes soaking, his hair flattened to his head. “There’s something out there,” he said.
William turned with poker in hand, his brow furrowed. “What’s out there?”
“I don’t know,” said Thomas.

The killer should be here." Jerry tapped the screen with a knuckle. "But he's not.

“This is it,” he said. “This is the big one. After years of carrying crap, we’ve finally got us a job that’s going to change our bank accounts and bloat our pensions.

The crowd murmured as the rope was placed around the victim’s neck. It was at that moment the boy started crying.
‘Mummy, do something. I don’t want to die.’

I’m actually looking forward to staying the night in an old castle.” Courtney glanced up the High Street. “I was told about the beauty of Broadway and I have to say, they were right. It certainly does take your breath away.”

In his head, this all made sense. The next-door neighbour’s garden was the goal – just a simple chip to cover four yards and a metre fence in the middle. Easy.