Grace’s Game

It is a dark stiff padded envelope and addressed to him. Internal post. Eyes Only. The neatly squared letters are in Whitley's hand. Unfussy, neat. Neat as her belly button, and the  triangle of untrimmed hair below it. He'd called it 'the prettiest of all the muffs' and she'd clipped him round the ear for … Continue reading Grace’s Game


"I've never done this before" she would say, as Grace unbuttoned her dress, and Grace would smile and kiss her and whisper:    "It doesn't matter. You'll find the way"    * Distracted, Inspector Whitley put down the UNESCO report on the ivory artefact trade. It wasn't her fault, really. Not her fault that the latest case … Continue reading Mirrors