I’ve started something new. A diary of my research experiments as a crime writer. As is the way with all things twittery, it may get a little interrupted as I am distracted by other people’s tweets. But hopefully enough of a thread will show through. I’ve only just started, so you haven’t missed much. So …
When the police recovered 100 incomplete packs of playing cards from his house, they knew they had their man. DCI Stafford liked to reminisce about the old days. The days before DNA tests and psychological profiling. The days when PC was just a rank in the police and nothing to do with minding your Ps …
When the police recovered 100 incomplete packs of playing cards from his house, they knew they had their man. Solution to be posted later today.
Looking out of the window at the autumnal weather – a crisp chill and the hint of mist in the air, a flare of low sunlight – reminded me that A Razor Wrapped in Silk is set in autumn, making it an ideal read for this time of the year. It was summer when I …
When the police recovered 100 incomplete packs of playing cards from his house, they knew they had their bomber.