Ted Allbeury

The snow lay thick on the steps and the snowflakes driven by the wind looked black in the headlights of the cars. There had been no snow when he went inside although the clouds had hung black and ominous over the square. But there was no point in complaining about snow in Moscow in November. He...

PETER LOVESEY How Mr Smith Traced his Ancestors Most of the passengers were looking right, treating themselves to the breath-catching view of San Francisco Bay that the captain of the 747 had invited them to enjoy. Not Eva. Her eyes were locked on the lighted no-smoking symbol and the order to...