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RESOLUTIONS
RESOLUTIONS
A Rina Martin Novel
Jane A. Adams
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First world edition published 2010
in Great Britain and in the USA by
SEVERN HOUSE PUBLISHERS LTD of
9–15 High Street, Sutton, Surrey, England, SM1 1DF.
Copyright © 2010 by Jane A. Adams.
All rights reserved.
The moral right of the author has been asserted.
British Library Cataloguing in Publication Data
Adams, Jane, 1960-
Resolutions. – (A Rina Martin mystery)
1. Martin, Rina (Fictitious character)–Fiction.
2. McGregor, Sebastian (Fictitious character)–Fiction.
3. Retired women–Fiction. 4. Police–Great Britain–
Fiction. 5. Detective and mystery stories.
I. Title II. Series
823.9'14-dc22
ISBN-13: 978-1-78010-106-4    (ePub)
ISBN-13: 978-0-7278-6896-1    (cased)
ISBN-13: 978-1-84751-242-0    (trade paper)
Except where actual historical events and characters are being described for the storyline of this novel, all situations in this publication are fictitious and any resemblance to living persons is purely coincidental.
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Falkirk, Stirlingshire, Scotland.
CONTENTS

 

PROLOGUE

ONE

TWO

THREE

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

SEVEN

EIGHT

NINE

TEN

ELEVEN

TWELVE

THIRTEEN

FOURTEEN

FIFTEEN

SIXTEEN

SEVENTEEN

EIGHTEEN

NINETEEN

TWENTY

TWENTY-ONE

TWENTY-TWO

TWENTY-THREE

TWENTY-FOUR

TWENTY-FIVE

TWENTY-SIX

TWENTY-SEVEN

TWENTY-EIGHT

TWENTY-NINE

THIRTY

THIRTY-ONE

THIRTY-TWO

THIRTY-THREE

THIRTY-FOUR

EPILOGUE

PROLOGUE
S
he'd just come in from shopping when the phone rang, struggling through the front door with three overloaded bags and trying to fend off the tail-wagging adulation of Frankie as he greeted her in the hall.
It had been raining and she was dripping wet.
Emily dropped her bags and grabbed the phone.
‘We've found your father,' Mac's voice said.
The world slid sideways at that moment and Emily just managed to sit down on the bottom step before it swung a complete three-sixty degrees.
‘You've what? Mac?'
‘Look, Emily, I'm sorry to give you the news like this, but I've been trying to reach you since first thing and it'll be on the evening news. I wanted to get to you first; sorry it's over the phone.'
The receiver fell from nerveless fingers and dropped on to the tiled floor of her hall. She could hear his voice. ‘Em, are you there? Em, are you OK?' She couldn't seem to respond.
Frankie yapped excitedly and then again, this time with an edge of concern. He snuffled at the fallen receiver and barked enquiringly. Emily leaned forward, wrapping her arms around her knees and crushing her breasts close against her thighs. She began to cry, the sobs dragged out reluctantly as though they'd been lodged in her throat so long they were now reluctant to leave.
Are you sure?
she wanted to ask him.
How can you possibly be sure?
But of course he must be sure: why else would he have called? He . . . they . . . must be sure. They had found her dad, after all this time. Not once did it occur to her that he might not be dead.
ONE
M
ore than two hundred miles from home and Alec was feeling the effects not just of the early start but of the tension that had accompanied it. He had insisted on coming down to talk to Mac rather than just sending the news by official channels. The last time Alec had seen his friend and one-time close colleague had been at Alec's wedding earlier in the year. Mac had been a mess back then, just getting back to work after a six-month enforced spell of sick leave.
Sick leave and a hell of a lot of therapy.
Mac was back at work now, here in this little south-coast backwater, and, at first sight, looked as though the peace and quiet was suiting him.
‘How did she take it?' Alec asked, fingering his still steaming cup of coffee, impatient for it to cool enough for him to drink. An enticing scent of vanilla accompanied the aroma of fresh ground beans.
‘I'll call in to talk to her properly on my way up to Pinsent,' Mac said. It had taken several minutes for him to persuade Emily Peel to pick up the phone and respond to him again. Frankie, the dog, had filled the absence with snuffling and puzzled barks, but the canine conversation had not been loud enough to drown out the sound of Emily sobbing in the background.
‘She thought he was dead,' he added. ‘That letter she received a few weeks after . . . after Cara died.' It was still so hard to say. ‘After Cara was murdered, Emily was convinced that her father must have committed suicide.'
‘But you never were.' Alec was curious. He sipped cautiously at the coffee, found it tasted as good as the aroma had been.
‘No. A man like that doesn't kill himself. Suicide would have implied remorse, something like humanity. A man who did what he did to that child, I can't believe he would be capable of anything like human feeling. Not for anyone.'
‘He appears to have cared for his daughter.' Alec found himself playing devil's advocate.
‘Appeared,' Mac repeated flatly. ‘
Just
appeared. Remember, I worked that case from the very beginning; I was there when . . .'
There when Peel killed Cara Evans.
‘Which is why I'm accepting the secondment.'
Alec was silent for a moment, then he said, ‘You know the offer's being made purely out of professional courtesy. No one expects you to take it up.'
‘Poor old DI McGregor. Got to be seen to play nice by him.' Mac grimaced. ‘I can't blame them, Alec, but they're wrong. I've always known he'd resurface, and now he has, I'm ready.'
Alec said nothing and the two men sipped in silence, Alec listening to the quiet sounds from the front office as the two other officers who made up this tiny rural team sorted through their day. ‘You like it here?'
‘A lot, yes.'
‘It seems to be suiting you.' Alec was still cautious, unsure of how to ask.
‘You want to know if I'm still in la-la land. I've had regular psych assessments, Alec.'
‘True, but we all know what answers the shrinks want to hear. I want to hear it from you, Mac. I want to know how you are. How you really are.'
Mac considered the question. It was less than a year since he had seen Alec, but life had changed beyond all recognition.
He
had changed. He had come to Frantham, this funny little town with its Victorian B & Bs and short promenade, as a broken, fragmented near-suicide – though he'd been taking the slow, alcoholic route to that end. It had been winter then, February winds driving in from across the bay, freezing exposed skin. Now, it was winter again – November. The town once more cold, grey, empty of tourists, but Mac had mended. True, the repairs to his psyche were still not complete – the ‘glue' still tacky and yet to fully harden – but mended none the less.
‘I'm in a relationship,' he said, aware as the words came out just how oddly formal they sounded.
‘Really?'
‘You don't need to sound so surprised.' Mac managed a laugh. ‘You're not the only one that can attract a beautiful woman.'
‘Beautiful, eh?' Alec's eyes shone and Mac knew he was thinking of his own wife, Naomi. Love of his life and a woman Mac too had once held a torch for.
He dug his wallet out of his pocket and showed Alec the picture of Miriam Hastings he carried there. ‘We're . . . we're thinking of moving in together, probably after Christmas, when the contract on her flat comes up for renewal.'
Alec nodded approvingly at the picture of Miriam, admiring the long, dark hair and bright, startlingly blue eyes. He looked from the picture to Mac, as though appraising his suitability. Mac laughed, put the picture away, knowing what he was seeing. Unlike Alec, with his square jaw, wavy hair, 1950s Hollywood looks, Mac classified himself as ordinary. His own eyes were grey, usually the rather washed-out, cloudy grey of a day that can't quite be bothered to rain. His chin was a little too pointed, face a bit too thin and nose a little too broad and just a tad crooked – he had played rugby in his teens and the nose had suffered for it. He knew he wasn't handsome, but Miriam said that she loved his smile and the way his eyes changed their tone almost in sympathy with the weather, and he found, much to his own surprise, that he had almost come to believe her.
‘I'm OK, Alec,' Mac said quietly. ‘No, not one hundred per cent. I'm not sure I'll ever be that, but I'm ready. Alec, I couldn't bear not to be a part of this. You understand that?'
Alec nodded. ‘I suppose I'd feel the same,' he admitted. ‘But, Mac, be warned. They'll be watching, looking for the cracks to appear.'
Alec left soon after, and Mac called the two other members of his team into the office, brought them up to speed. There had been sightings of Cara Evans's killer; the net was closing. Mac wanted to be there.
Sergeant Frank Baker nodded his greying head. ‘We'll hold the fort,' he said. ‘Andy and me can cope, and we can call on our colleagues in Exeter if anything exciting happens.'
‘Nothing exciting happens in the winter,' Andy Nevins complained. His bright red hair seemed to have brought its own illumination into Mac's rather dark office and his pale, freckled face emerged almost ghostlike from the gloom. Mac thought about turning on the lights, but found he didn't really want the additional luminance. It seemed oddly inappropriate.
‘
I
arrived in winter,' he reminded Andy.
‘True,' Frank Baker chuckled. ‘And you've got to admit, Andy, we've had a fair bit of excitement since. Something of a crime wave this year, by local standards. More murders than Exeter.'
‘Yeah,' Andy agreed. ‘But he won't be here, will he? With Mac gone, everything'll settle down again. Back to boring.'
‘To be honest, boy, I could do with a bit of boring,' Frank said with feeling. Mac was inclined to agree.
The sound of the outer door opening and releasing gale force wind into the front office brought Frank Baker to his feet just before the desk bell rang. Andy rose too.
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