Dying Art (A Dylan Scott Mystery) - Plot & Excerpts
He was imagining enjoying a bottle of wine with Frank beneath the stars on a boat that was rocking gently on a calm sea. He went below to fetch more wine, came back and was in time to see Frank attacked and knocked overboard. Someone came at him with a fire extinguisher, smashed it into his shoulder and sent him into the water. What would he do? With his boat heading back to shore, he’d do his damnedest to find Frank and, when that proved fruitless, he’d concentrate on swimming to dry land. So far so good. Then what would he do? Easy. He’d call 999 and say “Some bastard just tried to kill me.” Why hadn’t Jack McIntyre done that? He didn’t know. He did know that Clare Finch had given him something to think about. She’d been far more helpful than she could have known and had sent his mind in a completely new direction. “Your mum’s acting strange,” Bev said. “What?” Damn it, he’d lost his train of thought now. “Oh, well, that’s good. It would worry me if she was acting normal.”
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