Bücher von Jeff Hawksworth

. . ."e;but there's something else as well. Grandma had a box at the foot of her bed, which she used as a linen chest. It's a bit tatty; she covered it with a rug, but it looks a bit like the one in your picture. You're welcome to it if you want it; only it had blankets in it, not tack."e;I had nothing to lose, "e;Yes please Audrey, if you could hold on to it, I'll pick it up at the weekend."e;There were more than just blankets in there, much more and so began an odyssey of discovery I couldn't have imagined if I'd tried. Dad had passed away a few years earlier, another victim in a lineage littered with heart attacks, so the hoard I discovered was as mysterious as it was startling. Weapons, loves, scandals and crime. Just how well did I know my father?Fact or fiction? This book became both. Stranger still, this is a book that leaves the reader knowing more than the author.