What Happens In Cornwall... by T A Williams

Author:T A Williams [Williams, T A]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781474036580
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
Published: 2015-07-19T14:00:00+00:00

Chapter 23

Unseen from the abbey, a jet ski nosed into the little cove at the seaward end of the island. The person on board was wearing a black wetsuit with a hood and wrap-around sunglasses. He heaved the vessel up above the water line, retrieved a waterproof bag and set off up the path. He wasn’t heavily-built and he moved fast, but with caution, running lightly across the springy turf, still damp from the previous days’ rain. When he reached the top, he looked around carefully before heading for the shelter of the old ruin. He prowled round it, trying to decide the best course of action. After he disappeared from sight, there was a cautious movement from a clump of gorse.

Only five metres away from where he had been standing, Beppe and Giancarlo were lying as still as death. They had not been expecting anybody to appear from behind them, and they had very nearly been caught. Only the camouflage netting laid over them kept their whereabouts a secret. Beppe leant closer to Giancarlo so his mouth was by his ear.

‘Shit. That was close.’

Giancarlo nodded, doing his best to ignore the wave of nicotine fumes that threatened to engulf him. He kept his voice to a whisper. ‘But who the hell do you think that is? Underneath those shades, he could be anybody. It’s almost as if he’s trying to conceal his identity.’

Beppe had been thinking the exact same thing. ‘Giancarlo, I’ve got a bad feeling about this. Remember, one of the richest people in the world is only a two minute walk from here. I don’t like it one bit.’

‘But what do you think this guy’s doing in the old ruin?’

‘The same as us, maybe?’

‘What? Spying, you mean? Could he be a photographer?’

‘Or worse. A rifle, even without a telescopic sight, would make short work of anybody on the breakfast terrace.’

Giancarlo looked aghast. ‘What? You mean you think he might want to kill Ann Cartwright? But why on earth?’

Beppe shrugged. ‘Who knows? Kill, kidnap, frighten.’ This was not a good place for them to be. If the man in the wetsuit started shooting, he and Giancarlo might get blamed at best and shot at worst. He was in the process of turning back to tell Giancarlo they needed to get the hell out of it now, this very minute, when he heard a noise. Both of them ducked their heads and froze as the man emerged from the ruin.

Beppe glanced down at his forearm that was supporting his chin. He was unsurprised to see that the hairs all along it were standing on end. He couldn’t see a gun, but that didn’t mean the man wasn’t carrying one in the black bag. He fought his rising panic as the man stood stock still, only a few metres away from their hiding place.

Two full minutes passed until the person in the wetsuit came to a decision. He glanced at his watch, took a good look around and then set off at a fast pace towards the abbey.

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