Free I'm Virtually Yours by Jennifer Bohnet Page B

to do with Black Sam’s death. He’s…he’s just not the sort.”
    Ben looked at her. “I hope and pray you’re right.” Polly flushed. She was defending Will to his own father but even though she’d known Will such a short time she knew instinctively it was true. She’d trust him with her life.
    â€œThink we should go and wait on the quay,” Angie said looking at her watch. “Will did say half an hour.”
    Ben grabbed the large pair of binoculars off the shelf as they left and locked the office door behind them.
    Outside, a lone policeman was sitting in a patrol car, watching the harbour entrance. A cold wind was blowing, ruffling the water and making boats jangle around on their moorings. Polly shivered as she looked out to sea, willing Will to appear.
    A strained ten minutes passed as everyone stood deep in their own thoughts, staring out to sea.
    â€œHere he comes,” Ben said, the binoculars finally alighting on the workboat riding the waves as it made its way to the harbour entrance.
    â€œGood grief! I don’t believe what I’m seeing,” he said, his body rigid with shock.
    â€œWhat is it, Ben? Can you see Will? Let me look,” and Lillian grabbed the binoculars off him.
    â€œWill was right about a surprise. Look at the yacht following him in on the starboard side.”
    â€œOh my goodness.” Thirty seconds later Lillian lowered the glasses and looked at Ben.
    â€œIs it really what I think it is?”
    Ben nodded, a happy smile on his face. “Yes it really is the
Mary-Jane
sailing into her home port.”
    As Ben had predicted, the moment Will stepped ashore, he was whisked away to ‘assist the police with their enquiries’.
    â€œDon’t worry, Mum,” he said to Lillian as he got in the police car. “I’ll be back soon and explain everything.”
    After watching their son being driven away, Ben put his arm around Lillian’s shoulders. “There’s nothing we can do for now. Best thing for us is to get to work as usual. Take our mind off things.”

 
    CHAPTER TEN
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    Polly went back with Angie to The Captain’s Berth and tried to concentrate on work. Opening her laptop she saw one of her regular customers, a businessman with links all over the world, had e-mailed several documents he wanted her input on. There was a P.S. at the bottom of his mail.
    â€œMentioned you to a mate of mine in the States recently. Dan Franklyn. Hope he put some work your way.”
    So that was how Daniel had got her name. Quickly she typed a reply thanking the client for the recommendation.
    Half an hour later she popped out to the local council offices to check some of their records before returning and spending an hour on the internet. The legal agreement between Worldsend and the Robertsons was being drawn up by the lawyers as Dan had said, but there were still a couple of things she needed to tie up for her report.
    Some more work had come in from another of her original clients and she checked to see how much there was to do before deciding to sign off for a couple of hours. Work certainly seemed to be on the increase for her.
    From her bedroom window she could see the
Mary-Jane
moored in the river, the small yellow quarantine flag fluttering in the breeze at the top of her main mast.
    Angie had explained earlier that flying the yellow jack at the end of a sea crossing was just a courtesy thing these days, although the Harbour Master would probably go and check things out before whoever was on board came ashore. From her vantage point Polly couldn’t see any activity on board
Mary-Jane
. In fact there was very little activity out on the river at all.
    Angie insisted on giving Polly some lunch before they walked down together to the boatyard to see if there was any news about Will.
    When they got there Will himself was already talking to Ben and Lillian. “Jack Pettyjohn’s been picked