Amy's Seaside Secret
By Pam Weaver
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An uplifting short story following on from Amy's Wartime Christmas, Amy's Seaside Secret is an engaging read, exclusive to eBook from Pam Weaver, author of Always in My Heart.
Worthing, 1944.
Police Woman Amy Hobbs has been patrolling the streets of the seaside town for six months, upholding the law for its residents. But as the only female officer in the constabulary, dealing with old-fashioned attitudes from senior officers is a daily battle.
When a call comes in from local fishermen who have spotted a woman’s body floating in the River Rife, Amy accompanies Sergeant Goble to investigate. With an opportunity to prove she’s just as good an officer as the men, Amy launches into the case to solve the mystery and apprehend the perpetrator.
Meanwhile, a spate of thefts have been reported across the town with everything from coal and milk, to food and bikes, mysteriously disappearing. A strange tramp has been spotted by locals and it seems he may be connected to the stolen items. But with a possible murder to solve, a visit from her sister and an imminent pancake race to train for on the upcoming Shrove Tuesday, Amy has her hands more than full.
What’s for certain is that Amy will have to dig deep if she is determined to make a real difference to the coastal town she now calls home . . .
Pam Weaver
Adopted from birth, Pam Weaver trained as a nursery nurse working in children’s homes, premature baby units, day nurseries, and at one time she was a Hyde Park nanny. Her first novel, A Mother’s Gift (previously published as There’s Always Tomorrow) was the winner in the Day for Writers’ Novel Opening Competition and was bought by Avon. The inspiration for Pam’s novels comes from her love of people and their stories and her passion for the town of Worthing.
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Amy's Seaside Secret - Pam Weaver
Amy’s Seaside Secret
Pam Weaver
Pan Books
I dedicate this book to my lovely son-in-law Steve Sullivan. I’m being nice to him because one day he may decide which old people’s home to put me in.
Contents
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Always in My Heart
PROLOGUE
CHAPTER 1
Chapter 1
Hilda Marsden stirred in her sleep and opened her eyes. What was that? Something had woken her up. She lay still, listening. The only sound was the distant drone of enemy aircraft coming in over the Channel. The room was completely dark; not a chink of light anywhere. The blackout curtain saw to that. A moment or two later she heard a shuffling sound and drew in her breath. Someone was outside. She switched on her bedside light, her heart already beginning to beat a little faster. There it was again, only this time it was more of a scraping sound. Could it be the tramp?
Nobody knew where the tramp came from, but he was a familiar sight in Worthing. People said the loss of all his pals during the Great War had had a profound effect on him. Harmless enough, he was reduced to carrying around the town a bundle that contained his only possessions.
The scraping sound came again. Hilda chewed her bottom lip anxiously. If it wasn’t the tramp, then somebody outside was planning to break in! What should she do? She was a woman alone – vulnerable. Pulling her bed-shawl over her shoulders, Hilda crept out of her warm bed and stood by the window.
Next she heard a small bump. Good heavens, they must be putting a ladder up against the window. She decided she would pull the curtain back and hope that the shock of seeing her face would send the burglar scurrying. Her heart was in her mouth as she snatched the curtain back and opened the window, but as she leaned out, a man’s angry voice cut through the darkness. ‘Put that light out!’
Hilda slammed the window and pulled the curtain. Trembling with the cold and fear, she stood on the mat for several minutes, waiting for the ARP warden to knock on the front door. He’d be furious. It was hardly surprising. For a couple of seconds she had put the whole of Worthing in mortal danger. They’d say she had enabled enemy aircraft to pinpoint the town more accurately. She’d probably be prosecuted and fined. Mr Gladwell had been fined ten bob for striking a match, to look for his false teeth. Much to her relief, the knock never came, so Hilda climbed back into bed with a mixture of relief and exhaustion.
Early next morning she discovered that during the night nearly a half a hundredweight of coal had been stolen from her shed.
Sergeant Goble leaned over the steering wheel of Worthing’s only serviceable police car and peered into the gloom. It was six-twenty in the morning on the last day of January 1944. The sea mist had almost obliterated everything, making it hard to keep to the road. There were no road signs, all having been removed at the beginning of the war in case of invasion, and he was unfamiliar with the area. Sitting beside him, policewoman Amy Hobbs was of little help when it came to giving directions. She had only lived in the town for a couple of months, having been seconded from the Met to assist his office, which had a chronic manpower shortage.
When she’d arrived at the end of 1943, he’d been furious. Seven of his officers had been called up and their replacements were two ex-police officers pulled out of retirement, and Amy, a woman. However, over the period of time she’d been with him, Amy had proved to be quite useful. His paperwork was up to date and she made a decent cup of tea. For her part, Amy loved her job, not because she liked office work or making tea, but because of days like this when a lack of available policemen made it possible for her to be part of the team. However, since DC Cooper and PC Perkins had come to the station, Amy wondered if this happy state of affairs was about to end. Both men were seasoned officers who had served in all the big stations, like Scotland Yard, West End Central and Paddington Green. They had apparently worked on some celebrated cases as well. Whenever they were in the canteen, the other officers gathered around to hear their stories of murder and mayhem, but Amy kept her distance.
She turned her head now and looked out of the window. ‘Are we lost?’
‘Don’t ask damn fool questions,’ the sergeant snapped. ‘Of course we’re not lost. I’m not sure where we are, that’s all.’
They weren’t travelling at speed, which was just as well because all of a sudden a man waving his arms leapt out of the mist in front of them. Sergeant Goble swore loudly and jammed on the brakes. Amy was propelled forward towards the dashboard and only just stopped herself from sliding into the footwell.
‘Sit up straight,’ he growled. ‘No need to make a spectacle of yourself.’
Amy bristled, but held her tongue.
The man banged on the driver’s window. ‘Over here! We’ve just fished her out and she’s on the bank.’
When the call had come into the police station in Worthing, the caller said three fishermen had spotted a woman’s body floating in the River Rife near the village of Ferring. Now that they’d found the place, Sergeant Goble and Amy made their way towards the area of river bank where the other two men waited. The victim was surprisingly old – Amy guessed in her seventies. She wore warm clothing, a hand-knitted twinset and a tweed skirt, but she had no coat. Considering the time of year and the fact that snow still lay on the ground, that seemed odd. Her hair was plastered around her face but, even with water-weed and mud on it, Amy could see that the old lady had looked after herself. Her short hair had been permed and her fingernails were well manicured. She wore lightweight shoes; not the sort you would wear when walking in this isolated spot.
The three men who had found her stood at a respectful distance as the sergeant examined the body. Even though they all wore waders, one of them was shivering. Sergeant Goble blew on his ungloved hands. ‘Some poor old duck who’d had enough of the war, I suppose,’ he said gloomily.
One of the fishermen stepped forward. ‘I found this as well,’ he said, handing Amy a rather soggy handbag.
Amy drained the water and looked inside, to find a lipstick, a handkerchief, a purse containing £2 12s. 6d. and a deck of cards.
Sergeant Goble had already finished his assessment. ‘Done herself in, ’ant she?’
‘Why would someone intent on suicide bother to bring her handbag?’ Amy wondered aloud. She glanced down at the body. The woman’s clothes had no pockets. ‘And where are her keys?’
‘Anywhere around here we can get a cup of tea?’ Sergeant Goble asked the men.
‘There’s the Blue Bird Cafe on the beach,’ one of them said. Sergeant Goble rubbed his hands, but then the man added, ‘but the Canadians have just requisitioned it as a canteen for the Canadian troops, so it’s not open to the public.’
The sergeant scowled.
Amy was still looking at the body. ‘There’s no sign of a struggle, but what was she doing out here, Sarge? There are no houses. She must have come here at night, but what for?’
‘Who can fathom the human mind?’ said Sergeant Goble sagely. ‘Especially the mind of some silly old duffer.’
‘Perhaps she was on her way to the Blue Bird,’ one of the fishermen suggested.
‘We’ve never heard of it, so she had to be a local to know it was there,’ said Amy, bending down to look at the woman’s jewellery. ‘And if that was the case, she would have known it had become a Canadian canteen.’ She lifted the woman’s left sleeve.
‘Stop pawing her about, ’Obbs,’ grumbled Goble.
‘There’s no evidence that she’s been the victim of an attack, sir,’ said Amy, straightening up. ‘There’s money in her purse and she still has her rings and that diamond brooch, but it looks to me as if her watch is missing.’
‘She jumped in the river,’ said Goble tetchily. ‘Case closed.’
But Amy wasn’t about to let it go. ‘Any idea who she is?’
Two of the fishermen shook their heads. The third looked thoughtful. ‘I’ve got a feeling I’ve seen her in the local pub.’
‘The local pub!’ Goble spluttered. ‘A respectable-looking woman like that?’
The man seemed embarrassed. ‘You’re probably right. It must have been someone who looked like her.’
They heard the sound of another motor, and Bob Redditch, the local funeral director, appeared out of the fog and pulled up beside the police car.
‘Morning,’ he called out cheerfully. ‘What have you got for me now?’
‘Unidentified female,’ said Sergeant Goble. ‘Get her cleaned up, Bob, and we’ll see if anyone reports her missing.’
‘Shouldn’t we ask the doctor to check her over, Sarge?’
Sergeant Goble rounded on Amy. ‘I brought you out here to observe, ’Obbs,’ he growled. ‘Not to tell me what to do. Now, get into the car and we’ll be going.’
Much as she wanted to answer back, Amy held her tongue. If she riled him too much, the sergeant could just as easily put her on the next train back to London and that would be the end of her police career. Meekly compliant, but furious, she headed for the car.
They drove back in silence. What was Sergeant Goble thinking? Amy had no idea, but in her own mind she was going over the evidence. Somehow she wasn’t convinced that this unknown woman had committed suicide. Of course there were plenty of other people who were doing just that. The war had dragged on a lot longer than everybody had first imagined. When it began in 1939, they said it would be over by Christmas; but here they were, at the beginning of 1944, still with