The Saltby St. Mary’s Murders

Memories flooded Myrtle Shaw’s mind as she gazed into the mirror. She smiled, blinking her large, contact-lens-less green eyes. She thought of her little village, Saltby St. Mary’s, recalling balmy summer evenings at the cricket pitch, sipping champagne by the walls of the ancient church, only the occasional ‘thwack’ of willow on leather breaking the … Continue reading The Saltby St. Mary’s Murders