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Racing Green Jags - CLICK HERE - A sixteen-year-old scams for a living to escape a life full of debris. Can he succeed? If so how? Who's the guy he meets? Will he offer a solution? 

When The Tide Comes In - CLICK HERE - Two Second World War American soldiers steal petrol and make a packet but are killed. How can their granddaughters finds their wealth. Can they find where it is hidden and who is it that is trying to stop them?

They All Came Knocking - CLICK HERE - Gloria Dubonnet runs THE SEASIDE BOARDING HOUSE but she is not who she seems to be. Who are her mysterious guests and what part in the chaos that ensues does her abused daughter play?

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