The place was a dive: dishes abandoned on tables, chairs strewn around at odd angles waiting to be put back where they rightfully belonged, the untidy mess ignored by a gum-chewing waitress – too busy on the phone to notice, too idle to care. They were sitting at a table by the window, each with ...
Built as a first-class waiting room for Victorian passengers at Newcastle Central Station, the Grade I property was once used as cells by British Transport Police, much of its interior design covered up by unsympathetic decoration. As someone once said, it was tantamount to slapping a fresh coat ...
She pulled down her shirt and took a good look in the mirror, making sure it wasn’t visible. Bending over the basin, she ran the tap and washed her face, fear of failure creeping over her as it had done all day. Patting her face dry, she took a long, deep breath. ‘Testing,’ she said, keeping her ...
Emily had come here a lot with Robert. When he died, she stopped. There were too many ghosts. Too many plans for the future and promises made. Memories that reminded her of how much she’d lost. Only when Rachel started lashing out at her had she returned, partly to get away from her daughter, mai...
There had been no sightings whatsoever, in England or north of the border. For all they knew, Brian might already have found Craig O’Kane and delivered his retribution. If, on the other hand, Craig was still alive, he might be the predator rather than the prey, looking to avenge his younger broth...