Anthony Horowitz

crimson curtain cord

the fractured hyoid bone

leapt at the opportunity

the growlers rattling over the cobblestones,

disturbingly muddy field

modus operandi,’ I suggested.

poor eyesight,’ I said.

She was in her sixties with a pleasant, round face.

might or might not

But the worst of it was the sense of helplessness – that events had taken over and I was being steered by them rather than the other way round.