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They called themselves ‘the lucky ones’Allison was the youngest of the lucky ones, seven children adopted by legendary philanthropist Vincent Capello. Life with her newfound family seemed idyllic… until the night she almost died.Thirteen years later, Allison receives a letter, warning her that Capello is dying, forcing her to return to her adopted family and confront the past.Determined to find out what happened that night she starts digging, but those who want to uncover the secrets of the past should be careful what they wish for…Readers love Reisz:“ I love unusual, gripping, suspenseful reads & this more than ticked all the boxes”“a touching and complex story”“unputdownable!!”“5 star without a doubt I devoured this book”“Fascinating and creepy and lovely”“Addictive!”

THIS PAGE-TURNING THRILLER WILL HAVE YOU UP ALL NIGHT!The dead don't like to be ignored…Jayne McCartney, Liverpool's only female private eye, is soon to get a crash course in this and other ghost-related facts.Until now she’s kept her snooping firmly to the dodgy, sometimes dangerous – but definitely human – Liverpool underworld. But that all changes when an elderly couple approach her with a terrifying story…Their daughter, a 19-year-old student, died falling from her halls’ window. But she didn't jump, they insist – she was pushed. By a ghost.Who or what is walking the halls of Hart House? And will this case end up haunting Jayne forever…?

A classic Agatha Christie short story, available individually for the first time as an ebook.Sir Alington, a venerable expert of the mental condition is being pestered by the pretty, but fairly dotty Mrs. Eversleigh about the importance of the sixth sense. Soon the young man Dermot is drawn in and tells both of having something like a sixth sense, what he calls the red signal that spells danger. He is about to tell them about the last time he had the feeling, the red signal, when he stops himself, the last time he had the signal was not then, it was earlier that very evening. But how could there be danger at a simple gathering of old friends? Will the evening’s entertainment of a medium bring forth whatever impending danger that Dermot senses?