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A young woman is found dead in the village church. Shot through the heart with a crossbow. She thought she was safe there, but they found her in the end. DI Jemima Huxley thought Leighton Meadow was a safe place to raise her adopted ten-year-old son. But this is a village with many hidden secrets. And this case is hitting really close to home. The victim turns out to be a Czech student who went missing on a night out in Prague. How did she end up dead in a Welsh church?

Elly Griffiths has always written short stories to experiment with different voices and genres and to explore what some of her much-loved creations such as Dr Ruth Galloway might have done outside of the novels. This collection gathers them all together in one splendid volume. Here are bite-sized tales to please and entertain every thriller taste as well as all Elly Griffiths' fans.

My name is Kate. I volunteer at a local charity - young people who have run away from home call me and I pass on messages to their loved ones, no questions asked. I don't get many phone calls, and those I do are usually short and vague, or pranks. But this morning a girl named Sophie called. I'm supposed to contact her parents to let them know their child is safe. The problem is, Sophie isn't safe. And Sophie is my daughter.

When former Detective Inspector Jessica Hirsch boards the London Underground, it should be just a few short stops home at the end of another long day. But as the tube barrels from Baker Street, it’s brought to an abrupt stop – there is an electrical fault, leaving the train stranded. And then she hears the scream.

When former Detective Inspector Jessica Hirsch boards the London Underground, it should be just a few short stops home at the end of another long day. But as the tube barrels from Baker Street, it’s brought to an abrupt stop – there is an electrical fault, leaving the train stranded. As the lights go out, Jessica pushes through into the driver’s cabin. There, she finds his lifeless body, a knife embedded deep in his back. But if nobody could get into the cabin from the outside, and nobody could get into the front carriage, the realization strikes hard—there's a murderer among them