A Cornish Revenge (The Loveday Ross Cornish Mysteries Book 1) Read Online Free PDF Page A

you for the lovely supper. I've really enjoyed our chat.’
      ‘Perhaps we can do it again before we go home?’ Abbie suggested.
      ‘Why not? But you must come to the cottage next time. I’ll cook for you,’ Loveday offered, and immediately regretted the rash invitation.
    ‘Have you heard any more from the police, by the way?’ Abbie asked as Loveday turned to go.
    She swung round, surprised. ‘Well, no, but then I wouldn’t expect to.’
      ‘I thought the police had to keep the press informed of developments in a case like this.’
      Loveday frowned. ‘I would hardly describe Cornish Folk as ‘the press’. As I said before, the magazine doesn’t cover news stories.’
      ‘But you must be privy to what’s going on,’ Abbie persisted ‘…I mean, you’ll have colleagues on newspapers who would be in the know.’ She smiled teasingly at Loveday. ‘Now don’t tell me you don’t talk to each other?’
    ‘For heavens sake, Abbie, stop interrogating her,’ Kit snapped, turning to Loveday. ‘I apologise for my friend. Abbie gets carried away sometimes.’
      There was an awkward silence before Abbie said, ‘Kit’s right. I’m sorry. It’s just that we can’t stop thinking about that poor man.’
      Loveday had been doing her best to avoid thinking about the horrors of that morning.
      ‘The police really haven’t been back in touch with me. If I knew any more about what was going on I would tell you.’
      But as she started her car outside the pub, she wondered if that was true.
    It was properly dark when she drove back into Marazion. The last thing she expected was to meet another vehicle emerging from her driveway. She braked hard as the driver of the old silver Lexus lowered his window and indicated for Loveday to do the same.
      ‘ This is a bit of luck,’ said Detective Inspector Sam Kitto. ‘I wanted a word with you, but your neighbour…Mrs Trevellick?…told me you’d gone out for the evening.’
    It was the first time she’d heard his voice and the rich Cornish burr sparked a strange fluttering in her chest. His eyes were just as dark as she had initially thought – a deep, melting brown. And right at that moment they were fixed intently on hers.
    She opened her mouth to speak, but Sam was there first. ‘Look, I’ll turn further along the seafront and come back. Can we have a chat?’
    The last thing she wanted was to go over the day’s events again. But maybe telling them to those deep brown eyes might not be so bad.
      She lifted her chin. Whatever odd things were happening to her insides, she had no intention of letting him know about it. ‘Well you seem to have tracked me down, Inspector,’ she said coolly. ‘ Although, isn’t this a bit late in the evening for interviews?’
      ‘This isn’t an interview, Miss Ross, it’s just a chat. I won’t keep you any longer than necessary...I promise.’ He was studying her, and she was glad it was dark for annoyingly, her cheeks suddenly felt hot.
    ‘Would you like a drink?’ she asked, turning to the fridge after he followed her through the back door and into the kitchen.
      He eyed the wine bottle she was opening and reluctantly shook his head. ‘I expect you’ll have been going over in your mind what happened this morning.’
      ‘I’ve been trying not to think about it,’ Loveday said.
      Sam nodded. ‘Understandable. But sometimes things come back – little things that maybe you didn’t consider worth mentioning first time.’ He raised his shoulders in a questioning shrug. ‘...Something you might not even have thought of before.’
      ‘I’ve already told your officers everything I can remember.’
    ‘What about when you first arrived on the clifftop, Miss Ross, before the others came. Did you see anyone else…someone out walking maybe?’
      Loveday wished he would stop calling her Miss Ross. She tried to think, but there had been no one else at Borlase that morning…or if there was