You’ve ALL dunnit

Miriam rose from her perch on the arm of the sofa, and walked towards the front door, her movements robotic, and her breathing rapid. Every eye was on her, and every footstep seemed to land unnaturally loudly; the sound of her slippered feet heightening the tension in the room as she neared the door.

Feels like they’ve dunnit BEFORE.

Sergeant Carroll’s eyes narrowed as he watched the pretty brunette retrieve her phone from the floor and gather her bags and chattels around her once more, before shaking her hair from her eyes and shouldering her way through the door of the Post Office Cafe. Her body language suggested a big, overblown greeting in the…

WHAT have you gone and dunnit?

“No, I’m home and safe now,” Tom told his Grandma. “They didn’t keep me in, and from their questions, I don’t think they think I’m involved, but Grandma, Grandma…I’m so worried about you, and everyone in the village, WHY are you all so mutinous about this – why are you all so determined to carry the…

HOW did they dunnit?

“What do you mean, they all tested positive for blood spatter? Every single one…even the children? Why are the patterns inconsistent with the murder…and where the HELL is whatever weapon was used to cut him in two?” With the phone held tight between his ear and shoulder, Detective Chief Inspector Lucas closed his eyes and massaged his…

Maybe they ALL dunnit

Tom’s mind span out of control as he tried to process the new information – that his darling Grandma was somehow at least partially (maybe) responsible for a grisly murder – and slowly his sense of vision returned, revealing the face of that beloved lady peering anxiously into his.

No WAY did YOU dunnit!

Tom staggered backwards, reeling in shock as he registered that the one person he had never considered capable of treachery was embroiled, perhaps even up to her neck, in this grisly tale. “Grandma?” “Tom, dear, you have to understand – he was a threat to the whole village. He had such ways about him as I never…

So who DID dunnit?

Catch part one of this tale FIRST The village hall was claustrophobic – or maybe just hell – with sweat-stained air and bodies pressed too tightly together. Angry voices rung out like cannon fire across the sea of people, their collective noise mixing with the salt tang to complete the backdrop to the perfect storm, which…

A whodunnit

It was a ‘whodunnit’ of Hercule-Poirot-ean proportions, but viler and more violent than Ms Christie tended to write. As a rapid response paramedic, Tom was used to seeing the gore and guts of a situation gone badly awry, and was even used to milling around with the ‘boys in blue’ (black, these days, with luminous…