Paul D. Brazill

A golf club slammed into the side of Sammy Lee’s face. He fell to the…

Lizzy Beachwell reclined on her sofa while her husband Tom fed her slices of pizza. …

I was going to tell you about why I killed Lewis Quad and how he’d…

Isabelle told the man with the porkpie hat that she had only stopped off at…

As the bright spring afternoon melted into evening, Dr Shearing’s office grew darker. As did…

‘Words are our tools, Craig. Even our weapons, sometimes’ said Katy sipping her long glass…