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website, but it was a little smaller than he imagined, yet there was no doubt this was 175 Seaview Esplanade, renting at just £300 a week this time of year. And unlike the other property, the online booking calendar showed 175 was booked for this week. All of a sudden, Cody felt exposed. The lights were on at 175 Seaview Esplanade to compensate for the wintry morning light, and he detected movement within. He watched the windows then looked left and right for a place to hide while he got a better view. In the end he saw the wooden shelter just the other side of the beach wall sitting on the sand. It was an old Victorian structure painted in thick navy blue gloss. He quickly scaled the wall and dumped himself on the sand and grass of the beach, then scrambled to the other side of the shelter, sat down on the ice cold bench, and turned to stare through rectangular holes which had once been windows. He took a breath and waited, and adjusting his eyes, squinted and forced them to see inside. Cody waited and watched, hoping he was not too obvious, hoping for a glimpse telling him everything he needed to know.
Ten minutes of bracing wind lashing from across the sea at his neck, and Cody was ready to give up or move to the next property. Why waste his time in such discomfort if Ashley’s brother was somewhere else? He urged himself to stay, but boredom and the chill reaching his bones persuaded him otherwise. He started to shift away from the bench then a flutter of the curtains in the upstairs window had him hurrying back down out of sight. He looked at the window, and willed them to open and reveal the faces within. No. The fluttering stopped. Cody sighed and started to move, stepping away from the shelter and onto the sand. He was half way to the concrete wall separating the street from the beach when the curtain was yanked wide open, with an enthusiasm that stopped him in his tracks – Cody was caught in no man’s land staring at the window. He saw a shape he recognised. He willed them to turn away, and just as it seemed they would do so, they turned to the window, froze and they saw one another. Amanda looked down on him, her face caught in half-shock, half-curiosity. She was wearing Brandon’s checked shirt, and it was open low on her chest. It told Cody all he needed to know. Just as another person started to enter the picture, Amanda slammed the curtains shut. Cody was freezing, and yet the tension had him sweating. He’d found them, but now he’d also put Regan at an appalling risk. A part of him felt he should go and smash down the door to prevent a tragedy, and yet something beyond fear told him that would have been foolish in the extreme. Cody had to hope in Amanda, as much as Ashley had before. But unlike Ashley, who seemed to carry the faintest hope for Amanda even now, Cody Barnes carried none. While he stood in the cold wishing he could have disappeared, holding on to that faint hope was all he could do. The curtains didn’t open again. No one appeared to hurl abuse at him. Cody turned to look at the cruel cold sea, and then he trudged away back his hotel. He knew enough. Now it was time to tell Ashley.
Ashley met Cody in the canteen at the foot of the hotel two hours later. On a cold morning heading rapidly towards the end of the calendar, the First Lodge canteen provided the perfect venue to make dangerous plans. Only two other people ate there that morning, and one of them wore big white earphones and tittered to himself over his muesli. The other guy read a newspaper and he sat far enough away that Cody and Ashley could talk quite freely. Cody felt good about Ashley’s presence, and he could see their connection was back. There was a little spark in her tired eyes, and there was a willingness to look at each other as they talked. He told her what he knew, and then after a small English breakfast of bacon, sausage, fried egg and tomatoes, they began to run though their options. The breakfast was
Ten minutes of bracing wind lashing from across the sea at his neck, and Cody was ready to give up or move to the next property. Why waste his time in such discomfort if Ashley’s brother was somewhere else? He urged himself to stay, but boredom and the chill reaching his bones persuaded him otherwise. He started to shift away from the bench then a flutter of the curtains in the upstairs window had him hurrying back down out of sight. He looked at the window, and willed them to open and reveal the faces within. No. The fluttering stopped. Cody sighed and started to move, stepping away from the shelter and onto the sand. He was half way to the concrete wall separating the street from the beach when the curtain was yanked wide open, with an enthusiasm that stopped him in his tracks – Cody was caught in no man’s land staring at the window. He saw a shape he recognised. He willed them to turn away, and just as it seemed they would do so, they turned to the window, froze and they saw one another. Amanda looked down on him, her face caught in half-shock, half-curiosity. She was wearing Brandon’s checked shirt, and it was open low on her chest. It told Cody all he needed to know. Just as another person started to enter the picture, Amanda slammed the curtains shut. Cody was freezing, and yet the tension had him sweating. He’d found them, but now he’d also put Regan at an appalling risk. A part of him felt he should go and smash down the door to prevent a tragedy, and yet something beyond fear told him that would have been foolish in the extreme. Cody had to hope in Amanda, as much as Ashley had before. But unlike Ashley, who seemed to carry the faintest hope for Amanda even now, Cody Barnes carried none. While he stood in the cold wishing he could have disappeared, holding on to that faint hope was all he could do. The curtains didn’t open again. No one appeared to hurl abuse at him. Cody turned to look at the cruel cold sea, and then he trudged away back his hotel. He knew enough. Now it was time to tell Ashley.
Ashley met Cody in the canteen at the foot of the hotel two hours later. On a cold morning heading rapidly towards the end of the calendar, the First Lodge canteen provided the perfect venue to make dangerous plans. Only two other people ate there that morning, and one of them wore big white earphones and tittered to himself over his muesli. The other guy read a newspaper and he sat far enough away that Cody and Ashley could talk quite freely. Cody felt good about Ashley’s presence, and he could see their connection was back. There was a little spark in her tired eyes, and there was a willingness to look at each other as they talked. He told her what he knew, and then after a small English breakfast of bacon, sausage, fried egg and tomatoes, they began to run though their options. The breakfast was
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