The Power of One

Contents

Cover

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Title Page

Copyright

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Chapter Seven

Chapter Eight

Chapter Nine

Chapter Ten

Chapter Eleven

Chapter Twelve

Chapter Thirteen

Chapter Fourteen

Chapter Fifteen

Chapter Sixteen

Chapter Seventeen

Chapter Eighteen

Chapter Nineteen

Chapter Twenty

Chapter Twenty-One

Chapter Twenty-Two

Chapter Twenty-Three

Chapter Twenty-Four

Chapter Twenty-Five

Chapter Twenty-Six

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Chapter Thirty

Chapter Thirty-One

Chapter Thirty-Two

Chapter Thirty-Three

Chapter Thirty-Four

Chapter Thirty-Five

Chapter Thirty-Six

Chapter Thirty-Seven

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Chapter Forty

Chapter Forty-One

Chapter Forty-Two

Chapter Forty-Three

Epilogue

The Naomi Blake Mysteries

MOURNING THE LITTLE DEAD

TOUCHING THE DARK

HEATWAVE

KILLING A STRANGER

LEGACY OF LIES

The Rina Martin Mysteries

A REASON TO KILL

FRAGILE LIVES

THE POWER OF ONE

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Adams, Jane, 1960–

The power of one

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Falkirk, Stirlingshire, Scotland

F
rantham baked in the August heat. The sea, flat calm and an almost unnatural blue, was dotted with bathers in bright suits and the promenade thronged with families, clattering their buckets and spades and hauling their picnic baskets and plastic coolers down on to an already overcrowded beach.

The season had started slow, bad weather – and a bit of a crime wave – keeping the tourists away until early July. Then the sun had come out and so had the holidaymakers. The B&Bs in Rina's street, the owners of which had despaired of survival at the start of the season, were now turning visitors away or cramming them into so-called ‘family rooms'; a couple of single beds forced in beside the double so that the little children could share with mum and dad. Even Rina's precious Peverill Lodge had been inundated by would-be guests hammering on the door in the hope that the ‘No Vacancies' sign outside was an oversight and she might be concealing a couple of secret apartments. Rina, as a rule, hung no sign outside of her guest house advertising vacancies or the lack thereof; her guests were family and there until … well until they shuffled off, but this summer, in self-defence, she had been forced to have a little sign made and a second stuck in her window just in case anyone missed the point. It hadn't worked, Rina reflected as she paced slowly along the promenade. She was still turning away two or three callers a day.

To be truthful, she preferred Frantham in the off season though she was not so churlish as to begrudge any of the fast-reddening crowd their week or two in the sun. She understood that for many folk this was their one proper break. She did wish though, that they'd learn to wear suncream.

Rina paused to look out to sea, puzzled by something she had spotted half an hour before when she'd been out shopping and which had now drawn her back on to the promenade. The boat was still out there. Still turning circles, though she fancied it had come closer into shore than when it first caught her notice. A second boat had joined it now, the coastguard launch. So something
was
wrong then? The coastguard stood off from the other boat as though those on board were trying to figure out what to do and, as Rina watched, the inshore lifeboat joined them, the orange inflatable drawing up alongside the circling vessel. Rina found twenty pence in her purse and fed it into one of the pay-to-view telescopes dotted at intervals along the promenade. She trained it on the activity in the bay. A motor yacht, rather a nice one from what she could make out, was turning increasingly flabby circles and listing slightly. She could see the wheelhouse, but no one steering. The lifeboat crew were trying to get a line attached and the motion of the yacht dragged the little boat with it. Rina wondered how on earth they were going to get a man on board and what had happened to the crew?

Her time ran out and she didn't have another twenty pence. Frustrated, she shaded her eyes with a broad hand and tried to make out what was going on. No one on the beach seemed to have noticed anything untoward. Children shrieked and squabbled and parents chided and tried to delay the moment when they'd be forced to accompany their offspring into the still-cold sea, even the hottest of August days being insufficient to warm such a stubbornly chill stretch of ocean.

‘Best go and see what's happening,' she said to no one in particular. There was a good chance that the coastguard would tow the boat into the newly built marina just beyond the old town. She might just head out there, get herself a nice cool drink and sit under one of those pink stripy umbrellas on the clubhouse terrace and wait to see what came ashore.

Rina had quite a long wait, but she didn't mind. Sitting in the shade with her sunglasses on and her sandals off, she observed the action in company with a dozen more who had also noticed it and were exchanging enthusiastic speculation. Rina listened. The crowd at the marina was an interesting mix of locals and regular visitors; boat people who ran charters, or fished, or practically lived aboard floating homes that ranged in fit up from ramshackle wooden vessels to luxury surpassing the average upmarket semi. Unlike some marinas further along the coast and dedicated to the pleasures of the summer crowd, Frantham's boat club was not a particularly snobbish affair and she knew, at least by sight, all of those who presently shared her vantage point.

‘Heart attack. I betcha,' someone said. ‘Owner went out on his own and popped his clogs.'

‘Steering problem? I know it doesn't seem likely. Boat of that class shouldn't go wrong but …'

‘Got a man aboard. Finally!'

Rina sipped her drink and nodded thoughtfully. A heart attack seemed like a possible explanation, she thought, or at least a partial one. It didn't explain why the boat was sailing in circles. Well she was quite comfortable here and had nothing pressing this afternoon, so she would just have to wait and see. She borrowed a pair of binoculars and took a closer look at the activity on board. A second man had joined the first and the boat, no longer under power, bobbed gently in the calm water and Rina could get a good view of men gesticulating, one coming back to the rail to shout something to the coastguard.

Something very wrong, Rina thought. Something very wrong indeed.

She handed the binoculars back to their owner with a word of thanks.

‘Bit of excitement on a summer afternoon,' the man said with a smile.

‘Certainly is,' Rina agreed and settled more comfortably in her chair to enjoy the rest of the show.

‘You look cool and relaxed.'

Rina smiled at the familiar voice. ‘Oh I am,' she said. ‘Pull up a seat and I'll order you a drink.'

Mac laughed and sat down. He was in his shirtsleeves this afternoon, his jacket dangling from one finger. A new jacket, Rina noted. Linen and rather expensive-looking. She guessed Miriam must have chosen it for him and nodded approval. Miriam had been very good for DI McGregor and he was taking much more care of himself, remembering to shave most days and actually visiting the barber on a regular basis instead of making do with a pair of nail scissors and the bathroom mirror. He looked less exhausted too, the blue-grey eyes no longer so deeply shadowed. Rina was very gratified, knowing that while Miriam had worked her magic, his recovery from the effects of grief, followed by massive consumption of alcohol, was also due to Rina and her mad little household and the very real affection in which Mac was held and which, in full measure, he returned.

A waiter appeared magically at her shoulder and she ordered Mac a Pimms and a second for herself.

Mac raised an eyebrow. ‘I am on duty, you know.'

Rina waved airily. ‘Pimms has too much fruit in it to count as alcoholic,' she said. ‘Anyway, it's not as if you've got to drive anywhere. Nowhere in Frantham is more than a ten-minute walk.'

He laughed. ‘Too true,' he agreed, ‘and if I do have to follow the body back to the mortuary, Andy can drive me, he should be here in a minute or so.'

Rina sat bolt upright. ‘Ah,' she said. ‘From the boat?'

‘From the boat,' Mac agreed. He smiled at her. ‘I might have known you'd be here. I don't think anything can happen in Frantham without Rina Martin knowing about it first.'

Mockingly, she tapped the side of her nose. ‘I like to keep my hand in,' she agreed, then said more seriously, ‘Do they know what happened?'

Mac shook his head. ‘I've no more details yet, Rina.' He accepted the drink that had just arrived and then squinted out across the water. ‘Looks like they've got her under tow,' he added. He sat back, made himself comfortable and sipped appreciatively. ‘This is nice, the drink, the umbrellas, the company. Pity it's likely to end badly. Death on a beautiful summer day like this doesn't seem quite right.'

‘Chances are it was just a heart attack or something,' Rina suggested. ‘You'll get off early.'

Mac laughed at the seemingly innocent supposition. ‘Come on Rina, if the coastguard thought that then they'd have simply called an ambulance and yours truly would have continued with his quiet afternoon catching up on paperwork.'