Macgowan Meets His Match. Annette Broadrick

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      “Don’t worry. Personnel will find someone equally capable for you. I won’t be leaving for another six weeks, which will give them plenty of time to find someone.”

      “Hmph.”

      She smiled. She would have been disappointed if he’d indicated that she could be easily replaced. “I’m not dropping off the edge of the earth, you know,” she said gently. “I’ll keep you informed about where I am and what I’m doing.”

      Basil sighed. “Nothing I can say will change your mind, will it?”

      “No, sir.”

      “Well, if you don’t find whatever it is you’re looking for, you know you can always come back here.”

      “Thank you.”

      “Now I have to pass on this news to Maude. She’ll be convinced that I’ve done something to drive you away.”

      “Don’t worry. I’ll explain to your wife and make certain she knows this trip has nothing to do with you,” Jenna replied with a grin.

      When Jenna left his office, Basil stared sadly at the door she’d closed behind her. Jenna was leaving…not just his legal firm, not just Sydney, but Australia, as well.

      She would be greatly missed.

      Chapter One

      Late March 2004

      “Welcome to Heathrow and thank you for flying British Airways. We hope that you enjoyed your flight and that you will remember us the next time you plan to travel.”

      The disembodied voice from the public address system barely managed to get through to Jenna’s fatigue-numbed brain. With a stop in Singapore, she had been traveling for almost twenty-two hours. She’d managed to doze or nap during the trip, but what she had experienced was far from restful sleep.

      She cleared Customs and was looking for a ride to her hotel by six o’clock in the morning, local time. Jenna had no idea what time her internal clock thought it was and at the moment didn’t care. All she wanted to do was find a bed and crash.

      After two days and nights in London, Jenna was ready to embark on her adventure. She had told Basil the truth when she said she wanted to explore England. What she hadn’t told him was that she hoped to find some relatives who still lived in Cornwall.

      She wondered if family was as important to other people as it was to her. Being without anyone for most of her life provided a strong motivation for Jenna to search for family. Of course, being on her own had made her independent to some degree, but she used to dream of a time when she’d have a home of her own and lots of family around.

      The car she had rented was small and economical…just what she needed. She intended to take her time driving west, stopping when she grew tired regardless of the time and in general enjoying her very open-ended holiday.

      If she drove west far enough, she would end up in the village of St. Just in Cornwall where she and her parents had lived for the first five years of her life. She’d been fascinated in school with the British Isles and Cornwall. It was her home place, after all.

      At one time her father’s sister lived in the area. She hoped her aunt was still alive. She knew Aunt Morwenna would be surprised to see her after all these years.

      Jenna spent her first night on the road at a village nestled in the rolling hills of County Devon. Its quiet pastoral tempo was a far cry from the fast pace of Sydney and London.

      Before she went to bed that night she studied her well-worn map one more time. Cornwall jutted into the sea like a slightly bent finger.

      The next day she found roads to follow that gave her glimpses of the sea. More than once she stopped at a lay-by and walked along the paths she found, thrilled to be here at last.

      Jenna had no trouble finding a place to stay once she reached St. Just. Tom Elliott, the proprietor of a cozy inn, told her that they were getting a trickling of tourists at this time of year, so he had plenty of room for her.

      She explained that she wasn’t certain how long she would be staying there and when she returned to the front desk, she asked him about things to do in St. Just.

      “Well, if you like to hike, there’s plenty of hiking to be done. If you want to look for the stone circles, we have them, as well. There’s the golf club for those who have time to play.”

      “What about jobs?”

      He shrugged. “Depends. You’d have better luck finding decent wages if you look in Penzance. Many people living here work there. Are you thinking of settling in these parts?”

      She laughed. “Oh, I have no plans at all, really. My family was from this area and I had an urge to see what it was like. If I like it, I might decide to stay.”

      Tom nodded. “Yes, Craddock is a Cornish name, all right.”

      “I’m looking for my aunt Morwenna. She’s a Craddock, but her married name is Hoskins. Do you know of her or of any other Craddocks still living in the area?”

      “Not offhand, no. My wife and I moved here from London about five years ago to get away from the rush and lead a quieter life. Come summer, it’s far from quiet around here, but we do enjoy it. You might check at the pub down the street for any Craddocks. Somebody may know of a family or two. Besides, they have decent food there. I often go there for lunch myself.”

      “Thank you,” she said, slipping her purse strap over her shoulder and heading down the street. Jenna wanted to check the local phone directory, but she was hungry and tired and decided that she’d have dinner at Tom’s pub first.

      She found the pub in the center of the village. Once inside, she took her meal and tea to one of the tables near the front. She entertained herself watching the locals as they stopped by after a day’s work for a pint or two.

      By the time she left the pub, night had cloaked the area. She returned to the small inn.

      “How was your search?” Tom asked with a smile when she walked into the lobby.

      “I decided to wait until tomorrow.”

      “I was thinking while you were gone and decided to check the phone directory. I didn’t find a Hoskins, but I found a Craddock who lives up the road a ways. Perhaps you could call.”

      “A capital idea. May I use your phone?”

      Tom moved the phone closer to her side of the counter and handed her the phone book. She looked up the number and dialed. When a woman answered, Jenna said, “Hello. I was wondering if you happen to know if Morwenna Hoskins lives in this area. She used to be a Craddock.” When the woman hesitated, Jenna added, “I’m her niece from Australia and I’ve lost touch with the rest of the family.”

      “Ah. Well, I doubt very much Morwenna would mind my giving you directions to her place.” The woman gave her detailed directions to the row house where Morwenna lived. “I don’t know her very well, you understand. She keeps to herself.”

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