In my part of Alaska, not far from Anchorage, winter solstice is always a dark day, but not because of the lack of light. Instead, I lament the impending loss of winter’s long nights, with all ...
ON a remote and lonely Costa Blanca road, the ten-metre trail of blood on the Tarmac had led to John George’s body. Whoever killed the Belfast dad-of-two had been in a hurry, his corpse hauled off ...