The Furthest Station: A PC Grant Novella

When we returned to the Folly we found Abigail in the kitchen teaching Molly how to take pictures…

I blinked at Abigail and wondered where the coffee smell was coming from until I realised that…

It was such a good plan, not exactly foolproof but you know, a solid, workmanlike,…

“Which reminds me, it’s about time we started you on your Greek.” My face must have betrayed my…

The woman who answered the door gave a familiar little start when she saw us and hesitated before…

It was no use pointing out that we were actually policemen, not just gentlemen, because…

Don’t get me wrong, I like the countryside. In fact, some of my best friends are geographical…

“She’s disruptive,” one of her teachers told me, but floundered when I asked her precisely how…

Normally these days we shunt files back and forth as email attachments, but the Folly prefers to…