Iris by Fiona Kelly McGregor
You need to start talking, Webber.
Why should I talk to you?

Fat Dogs and French Estates by Beth Haslam
Part 1 It was a dark, filthy night just south of Limoges. Our car was at a standstill, surrounded by police brandishing glowing neon batons and torches, like extras from Star Wars.
Part 2 Jack took a hasty gulp of his rosé and glanced at the fresh set of property details our estate agent, ItsWill, had thrust at him.