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

then she hadn’t seen them.
      Sam nodded, ‘OK. So how long had you been there before the others turned up?’
      She shrugged. ‘About half an hour I suppose.’ She saw his eyebrow arch slightly and rushed on defensively. ‘I wanted to get there early…to do a recce.’
      ‘A recce?’
      ‘Yes, check out the area…select the best sites for the pictures, that kind of thing.’
       ‘Of course,’ he said. ‘You’re a journalist.’
      He’d said the word as though he’d only just remembered. But he didn’t fool her. She knew he would have made it his business to know exactly who she was. She wasn’t sure she liked his little deception…but he was a policeman, and as he said, this was a murder inquiry.
    ‘Did you go anywhere near the cliff edge?’
      ‘No…well not until we went looking for Flossie.’
      ‘Flossie?’
      ‘Lawrence’s dog.’
      Loveday frowned. ‘Excuse me, Inspector, but why are you even asking this? Surely whoever killed that poor man got to the cove by boat.’
      ‘Why would you assume that?’ Sam had a way of looking at her that made her blood course faster.
      She stammered. ‘…The cliffs…well they’re not exactly climber friendly.’
      ‘Could Lawrence climb them?’
    She looked up sharply. Why was he asking that?  ‘Maybe…’ she hesitated. ‘…But not with a body in tow.’
      ‘Who says there would have been a body in tow? Our victim could have climbed down with his killer, and then been attacked on the beach.’
      Loveday sat up. She didn’t like the way this conversation was going. ‘You’re not suggesting Lawrence had anything to do with this?’
    ‘Why did he chose the cliffs for that morning’s art class?’
    She shrugged. ‘You’ll have to ask him that, Inspector.’
    Until now Loveday hadn’t given much thought as to how the body might have got there. She’d been trying to avoid remembering that image on the beach. But now that they were having this conversation, she was sticking to her guns.
    ‘I still think your killer came in on the tide, which rules Lawrence out because I know for sure that he doesn’t know how to handle a boat.’
    ‘He might not have needed to be a great sailor…not if he knew that bit of coast really well.’
    Loveday stood up, glaring down at him. She was annoyed now that he was still wearing the tweed jacket that had reminded her of her father. ‘Is this the only line of enquiry you’re pursuing?’
      ‘I think you know, Miss Ross,’ he replied lightly, also getting to his feet, ‘that I can’t discuss that.’
      He was treating her like an intrusive journalist and Loveday felt herself bristle. Was he enjoying winding her up?
    He was heading for door, his big frame making the small room feel even smaller. ‘I’ve appreciated our chat…and we will be considering everything you’ve said. And oh, just one more thing.’ He turned to face her. ‘Did you actually take any photographs today, Miss Ross?’
      The question took Loveday by surprise. She’d forgotten about the pictures. An uneasy chill was beginning to sweep through her as she recalled that moment at the edge of the cliff when she lifted her camera and began clicking. Should she have mentioned this when she was questioned earlier? She looked up, holding his questioning stare, and nodded. ‘But I don’t think they’ll help much. They’re still in my camera. I haven’t even looked at them yet.’
      He was watching her in a way that said what kind of journalist wouldn’t have checked out the pictures.
      ‘Perhaps I could see them?’
      Loveday inclined her head. ‘The police headquarters is only a few minutes from my office in Truro, and I have to go in tomorrow. I’ll bring the camera along in the morning. You can download the pictures.’ There was no way she was handing over her camera. It had nothing to do with this investigation.
      ‘That will be fine,’ Sam said, turning to go.
    She winced as he