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about the vendetta that appeared to be being waged against the boatyard but decided against mentioning it until she’d spoken to the Robertsons in more depth.
    â€œWill, the son, is a bit worried you might be an asset stripper and will sell the place around them. You’re not are you?”
    â€œNo,” Daniel said brusquely. “So, how large an investment d’you think I’m going to have to make?”
    â€œCan’t answer that yet, Daniel. Need a bit more time to go through the figures and business plan.”
    â€œI’ll phone again nearer the weekend. I’d appreciate an answer then. I need to know exactly what I’m getting into. Night,” and the line died.
    Polly sighed. Working out how much money Robertsons Boatyard needed to survive was likely to be easier than telling Daniel Franklyn somebody appeared determined to put the boatyard out of business.
    When she went back downstairs Polly took her bag with her intending to give Angie some money towards her bill. Because she was currently the only guest staying, they’d had dinner together in Angie’s large kitchen every evening since she’d arrived. Dinners which had included lots of wine.
    â€œIt must be mounting up — all these dinners — not to mention the glasses of wine,” she said as she handed over some cash. “I know the dinners will go on my bill but the wine’s on me for the next couple of nights.”
    â€œThanks,” Angie said. “I’m really enjoying having you stay. It seems ages since I spent some girly time with anyone. Most of my friends have moved away — either to work or get married. Wish you were staying longer.”
    â€œHave you ever wanted to move away?” Polly asked, accepting the large glass of Chardonnay Angie poured her.
    â€œI did for three years,” Angie said. “But in the end I realised I’m happiest here. Of course if I’d met someone, things might have worked out differently.” She shrugged. “Be nice to meet that someone special but it hasn’t happened yet. You got anyone special back home?”
    Polly shook her head. “Nope. Given up hoping on that score for the moment and trying to concentrate on getting the business up and running.”
    It was gone eleven o’clock before Polly said goodnight and made her way upstairs. Moving across to draw the bedroom curtains, Polly saw a series of flashing lights down by the harbour and police running into one of the pubs. Something had obviously kicked off down there.
    A minute later two policemen reappeared and unceremoniously bundled a handcuffed man into a police car.
    From where she was, it looked suspiciously to Polly as if Will Robertson had been arrested.
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    CHAPTER FOUR
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    A distraught Lillian was on her own when Polly arrived at the boatyard the next morning. The boatyard seemed unusually quiet to Polly.
    â€œWhere is everyone?”
    â€œBen’s out on the river. Somebody tried to set the barge adrift last night and it damaged Jack Pettyjohn’s floating gin palace. Of all the boats it had to hit.”
    â€œIs Will with Ben?” Polly asked, not wanting to ask Lillian outright if it really had been Will she’d seen being arrested last night.
    â€œHe is now,” Lillian said. “He was arrested last night for aggressive drunken behaviour which is so not our Will. Apparently he got into an argument with Black Sam, one of Jack Pettyjohn’s lackeys, and the next thing he knew he was being arrested. Kept him at the police station all night.”
    â€œCan I do anything to help? Make you a coffee?” Polly asked.
    â€œNo thanks, but do make yourself one.” Lillian looked at her speculatively. “I don’t suppose…”
    â€œWhat?”
    â€œYou couldn’t hold the fort here for me could you? I’m desperate to see the damage the barge did, how expensive the repairs are likely to