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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?

Bobby Lucas (The Kidnap of Lilly Beauchamp) - CLICK HERE - Bobby Lucas is skint and kidnaps Lilly Beauchamp. Can he make the cash he desperately needs? Who is Donny a secretive guy he befriends? Lilly's son is a waster but how does he fit into all the mess that starts to surround Bobby? There's a girl involved and a hitman but who is he after?

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