A lot of the events will be missed out, they don't need telling again and will be involved only when necessary and where Alec and Rose are concerned.
All was boring for Alec the rest of the week, his only excitement was picking up his caravan keys the following afternoon and finding his way to it, on the first roadway he noted, were personnel implying he'd never find his way out? He got settled down that evening and got himself something from the convenient takeaway opposite and finding he could cut through the side of the camp supermarket to save walking all the way around.
Rose was finding it equally boring, wishing her time away so by Thursday night, she'd had enough and was already packing. Her mother stood in the doorway.
"Tony thinks you're leaving him again."
Why did her mother always put the blame on her young stepbrother whenever she didn't want her to go on a mission?
"I'm not leaving home Mum, I'm just going away for a while, a week at the most, I feel trapped and trying to get me dating again isn't helping."
"I'm just tryin' to help sweetheart. Bring something back for Tony then?"
"Yeah, I will and I'm only a couple of hours away, I'm not off to another planet this time. Mickey said the project's nearly ready again but I'm not going, I can't. I've lost too much already and I know you're tryin' to help but lining me up for dates is not the answer Mum."
"I'm sorry then but you look so sad sometimes, I just want you to be happy again, we all do. Think about that date with James when you get back will ya?"
"I'll think about it, nothing else. I'm gonna set off first thing in the morning, I've got the hotel booked early so I'll set off mid morning and miss all the traffic."
That was what Rose thought as she made good time, setting off just after ten, making a stop then as she approached the turn-off towards Broadchurch, there was a diversion in place, taking her around the back of the town and on some narrow road that she thought someone was having a laugh moving the 'Diversion' signs which brought her out just above where she wanted to be at the hotel. She saw the sign for the car park and just bringing her hand luggage out, walked around to the front entrance.
Becca Fisher was in a panic, the phone was ringing off the hook with cancellations, people were checking out and she'd made a huge mistake last night having sex in her car with Mark Latimer on some back road leading away from the hut on Briar Cliff. So when Rose walked in and she recognised her immediately, she was thankful for small mercies. She thought though that Miss Tyler had not been listening to her car radio or she would have turned around and gone home.
"Miss Tyler? Welcome to The Traders Hotel."
"Thanks. What's with the diversion then? I thought someone was having a laugh?"
"No, there's been an incident down on the beach, that's all I know. I wouldn't blame you if you cancel, the beach as been cordoned off."
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