CHAPTER A I guess the statute of limitations for the fires has passed? But for the murder, I understand that there's no statute of...

CHAPTER B I reached the tyre workshop, where crumpled food wrappers sprawled along the edge of the broken concrete footpath to either...

CHAPTER C A warm afternoon breeze lashed greasy food wrappers, swirling them around my ankles, as I arrived at the entrance to the tyre...

Chapter D Anne and I sat in the Buggy with the engine ticking over, absorbing the enormity of what she had disclosed. After a few...

CHAPTER E 'So, the bitches have buggered off? And you reckon you gave nothing away, eh? Am I right?' The man's menacing eyes raked the...

Chapter F                             'Stuff happened at the farmhouse last night, crazy, nasty stuff,' Rebekah exclaimed as she walked...

CHAPTER G Though dealing with Clare's incarceration in the asylum was straightforward, dealing with her brother Bill was something else....

CHAPTER I After he had picked up the phone and he and I had pleasantries, I said, 'I am phoning to ask if I may borrow your lovely Burnt...

CHAPTER J 'Here's my uncle!' Anne exclaimed one afternoon in our house on Wentworth Avenue, Vaucluse a couple of weeks after we left the...

CHAPTER K As I had read Clare's journals and had noticed Mike in action at the asylum where I worked, I had no hesitation in confirming...