One night, Arthur Bryant witnesses a drunk middle-aged lady coming out of a pub in a London backstreet. The next morning, she is found dead at the exact spot where their paths crossed. Even more disturbing, there's a twist: the pub has vanished and the street itself has changed. Bryant is convinced that he saw them as they looked over a century before, but the elderly detective has already lost the funeral urn of an old friend. Could he be losing his mind as well?
It Began As a Burglary – And Ended As a Nightmare When Lee Scarborough came upon the brunette sunbathing topless in her back yard, getting involved in a heist was the last thing on his mind. But somehow that’s where he found himself – sneaking through a stranger’s house, on the hunt for $120,000 in embezzled bank funds. It looked like an easy score. But one thing stood between him and the money: the beautiful and deadly Madelon Butler.
"Lenny sat down in an old armchair and read a book. But he kept an eye on Dr Spinks. The old man walked about the shop. He stopped and looked here and there, but never at the goldfish bowl. The bowl came from Italy, and it was hundreds of years old. It was Venetian glass, and it could bring a lot of money. Dr Spinks moved on. For a time he looked at the little red flowers of a house plant. Then he made his way to a small white horse - it stood to the right of the goldfish bowl."
Read Lenny's story about the old man and the fish in Japanese Red, just one of the stories in this collection.
Wonderful fairy tale for all children and adults! Once upon a time in mid winter, when the snowflakes were falling like feathers from heaven, a beautiful queen sat sewing at her window, which had a frame of black ebony wood. As she sewed, she looked up at the snow and pricked her finger with her needle. Three drops of blood fell into the snow. The red on the white looked so beautiful, that she thought, "If only I had a child as white as snow, as red as blood, and as black as this frame."
Daniel’s getting married next week. He’s got his future all worked out.
It’s his past that’s the problem. Daniel never knew his father. All his
mother would say was that his Dad had been a Nigerian who died the year
Daniel was born. He didn’t even know what his Dad looked like until an
old neighbour showed him a picture. But the man in the photo is still
alive. And Daniel will stop at nothing to find him.
