Free A Sea Change by Veronica Henry

Chapter One
    The M5 motorway on a Friday afternoon in August was enough to drive you mad. It took Craig forty minutes just to get out of the city. Then the traffic would be nose to tail all the way from Birmingham to Taunton. Stop–start. Stop–start. A slow crawl that had him drumming his fingers on the steering wheel.
    Craig looked longingly at the hard shoulder. It was so tempting. If he got stopped, he could just flash his badge. He’d probably get away with it, except he wasn’t that sort of copper. He didn’t abuse his position. He had mates who had no problem with doing that kind of thing – breaking the rules – but Craig liked to stick to the letter of the law. He always played it straight, even if it wasn’t always the easy option.
    He could feel his T-shirt sticking to the back of his seat. He wasn’t going to be a pretty sight by the time he got to the beach at Everdene, nor a pretty smell. The air-con didn’t seem to make any difference, and opening the windowsdidn’t help. He took a swig from the bottle of water he’d stuffed in the cup holder. It was warm, but it took the edge off the dryness in his throat. He wiped his brow with the back of his arm and looked at the sweat. Gross.
    After Taunton, the traffic cleared and he put his foot down, keeping at a steady seventy miles an hour until he turned off the motorway. The car headed over Exmoor – its high, bleak landscape parched and brown from the summer sun. Away from the traffic Craig started to relax. He had a whole week off. A whole week to do what he liked. All he had with him was a few clothes, a wetsuit and his surfboard. And the key to the beach hut.
    There were eight of them from the police station who’d clubbed together to rent the hut. Young people who were all into beach life and loved surfing, rock climbing, walking and kayaking. It was cheaper than going on holiday. It took just over three hours to get there, if you put your foot down, so between them they made the most of it.
    Craig was the only one going down this weekend. All the others had different plans. After all the stress he’d had lately, he was looking forward to the peace and quiet. He couldn’t wait to get there.
    As he drove past the last supermarket before Everdene, he decided to pull over and pick up some food so he wouldn’t have to venture out for a day or so. He bought a hot chicken and some rolls, a bag of salad, fruit, biscuits, some beers and bottled water. By six o’clock he would be sitting on the step, sipping a beer and looking at the sea.
    As he left the car park he turned up the radio, grinned from ear to ear and gave a whoop.
    Let the weekend begin.

Chapter Two
    Jenna ran a damp cloth over the counter of her ice-cream kiosk for the tenth time that afternoon. She liked to keep it spotless. Behind her the radio was blaring, and above her the sun was shining in the sky. She adjusted the cones waiting to be filled, smoothed out the surfaces of the tubs and washed her scoops again. She looked down at the cabinet, pleased with the way it looked.
    Inside there was a rainbow of ice creams to choose from. There were the usual, of course – chocolate and strawberry and vanilla. Then there were the more exotic flavours. Maple and walnut, rhubarb and ginger, Mississippi mud pie, peanut-butter cluster. The one that most kids seemed to hanker after was bubblegum, bright blue and sickly sweet. Dream Ices certainly didn’t leave you short of choice.
    The kiosk was situated at the top of the row of shops that led down to the harbour. Tawcombe had once been a thriving holiday resort, bursting at the seams with tourists. Now, in therecession, it was feeling the pinch. The hotels were closing down one after the other, as were the restaurants. Eventually the empty places got boarded up, then covered in graffiti, which didn’t make the place very inviting.
    The fishing boats still came in and out of the harbour, but there was a run-down air to the seafront, which had