The West Wales Murder Mysteries

Detective Norman is out of retirement and back on the beat in a rainy Welsh seaside town. Llangwelli might be short on sunshine, but it’s certainly not short on murders . . . Norman is a bit old-fashioned, but he’s also willing to learn from his band of misfit recruits. He’s asked to mentor a team of misfits in a sleepy Welsh seaside town. But training has barely begun when a woman’s body washes up on the beach at Llangwelli. It turns out to be local woman Kimberley Lawrence. Missing for over a week, but her husband didn’t report her disappearance.

Detective Sergeant Norman likes the idea of a permanent home in the small Welsh coastal town. With his reinvented career invigorating him, he finds himself enjoying working for his younger female DI. But when she asks him to investigate a puzzling seaside suicide, his first job is to find the corpse belonging to the discarded clothing left on the sand.... With the deceased man’s remains presumed lost at sea, DS Norman believes his case has run up a blind alley...until local builders dig up a female human skull.

It’s late evening when the Regional Control Centre receives a mysterious 999 call. No one speaks, but the call location is somewhere along a narrow, hardly used tree-lined stretch of road that leads nowhere. With no uniformed officers free to investigate, they pass the call on to DC Judy Lane at Llangwelli station. Lane informs DS Norman Norman who, concerned it may be a trap, agrees to meet her at the scene. But when Norman arrives, he finds a dead motorcyclist sitting against a tree, and the young detective unconscious nearby.

Detective Norman is out of retirement and back on the beat in a rainy Welsh seaside town. Llangwelli might be short on sunshine, but it's certainly not short on murders . . . Norman is a bit old-fashioned, but he's also willing to learn from his band of misfit recruits. He's asked to mentor a team of misfits in a sleepy Welsh seaside town. But training has barely begun when a woman's body washes up on the beach at Llangwelli.

Detective Norman is out of retirement and back on the beat in a rainy Welsh seaside town. Llangwelli might be short on sunshine, but it's certainly not short on murders . . . Norman may seem a bit old-fashioned, but he's always willing to learn from his band of misfit recruits. A battered body. A missing handbag. A false confession? The call comes on Monday afternoon. About to demolish a row of derelict cottages, workmen discover a body in the bedroom of Number 9. A young woman, expensively dressed in designer clothes. It's a mystery what she was doing there.

It's an ordinary Tuesday morning when pensioner Alun Edwards turns up at Llangwelli station. He doesn't want to make a fuss but he's worried about his friend Gareth. Every Monday, they meet up for a game of chess. But Gareth wasn't at home yesterday. He's not answering his phone—and he's left his dog behind. He'd never do that. Detective Norman searches Gareth's cottage—and finds a woman's photograph, torn to shreds and dumped in the bin.