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Domestic Suspense
Ciaran Mercer
Aoife tasted smoke long before she saw the fire. Even with the window jammed shut, it seeped in under the crooked frame, the way everything from outside did in this house – arguments on the street, sirens, laughter, the boys singing sectarian songs when they were drunk enough to forget the neighbours’ politics. She lay flat on her back, one hand spread over the small, hard curve of her belly, and watched the orange flicker crawling up her ceiling.
Cozy Mystery
Orla Ashdown
The train ticket was folded into four neat squares and tucked inside the dead woman’s hymn book, which would have been odd enough if the dead woman had ever been known to sing. Grace Gallagher noticed it before the undertaker did. She noticed because Grace had spent forty-two years noticing the things other people called background: the second cup left untouched, the market-stall receipt dated a day too early, the small tremor in a voice when a lie was dressed up as neighbourliness.