Jean Jollands

Weeks after we’d proudly sent Greg off to uni, the police were at our door. But what they 
told us made no sense. By Mandy Mackie, 63 Seeing my son Greg step out on to the stage alone and start singing, my mouth fell open. ‘He didn’t tell us he had 
a solo,’ I whispered to my husband Colin. We’d recently moved to 
a new village, and Greg, 
six, had settled in well. Smiley and bubbly, Greg quickly found his feet at the village school.

Pamela DeNeuve, 76, had given up on men, until a witty message changed everything Pamela in her younger days As I chattered away, my friend Sheelagh almost spilt her coffee. ‘Honestly,’ she chuckled. ‘At this point, you might as well just buy a dog!’ I’d just told her about my latest dating disaster – a chap who’d confessed on our first date that he had a sexually transmitted disease! You couldn’t make it up. My love life had always been a bit of a joke.

Copper Adam was supposed to be helping Amy through a difficult time. But did he have an ulterior motive? A tall, handsome figure 
in uniform came walking up to me. ‘Amy?’ he smiled. ‘I’m PC Adam Jones, here about your case.’ Immediately, I felt a wave of relief. Because if anyone needed a knight in shining armour, it was me.