Chapters (68)
- Cover
- Chapter 1
- Chapter 2
- Chapter 3
- Chapter 4
- Chapter 5
- Chapter 6
- Chapter 7
- Chapter 8
- Chapter 9
- Chapter 10
- Chapter 11
- Chapter 12
- Chapter 13
- Chapter 14
- Chapter 15
- Chapter 16
- Chapter 17
- Chapter 18
- Chapter 19
- Chapter 20
- Chapter 21
- Chapter 22
- Chapter 23
- Chapter 24
- Chapter 25
- Chapter 26
- Chapter 27
- Chapter 28
- Chapter 29
- Chapter 30
- Chapter 31
- Chapter 32
- Chapter 33
- Chapter 34
- Chapter 35
- Chapter 36
- Chapter 37
- Chapter 38
- Chapter 39
- Chapter 40
- Chapter 41
- Chapter 42
- Chapter 43
- Chapter 44
- Chapter 45
- Chapter 46
- Chapter 47
- Chapter 48
- Chapter 49
- Chapter 50
- Chapter 51
- Chapter 52
- Chapter 53
- Chapter 54
- Chapter 55
- Chapter 56
- Chapter 57
- Chapter 58
- Chapter 59
- Chapter 60
- Chapter 61
- Chapter 62
- Chapter 63
- Acknowledgements
- Canelo Crime
- About the Author
- Also by Rachel Lynch
Johnny caught his breath. ‘Christ, that’s going back a bit. She was called Tracey and she broke my heart.’
‘No! Bitch. Mine was called James and he broke mine too.’
‘Well, we’re both scorned lovers. James was an idiot.’
‘So was Tracey.’
They ran on, coming to another road. They paused to check for traffic and ran across. An old sign attached to a fence caught Kelly’s eye.
‘It’s a missing person poster.’
‘Recent? Why don’t you know about it?’
Kelly stopped running and approached the fence. She leaned closer and read the information. It was laminated but the age of the sign meant the photograph was almost invisible from weathering and the wording was difficult to read.
‘Missing boy. 2003. Contact Mrs Edna Beverley.’ The name of the boy was faded too much but the phone number wasn’t. Kelly got her phone out and took a picture of it. The picture was grainy but she reckoned that the boy was a teenager. She hoped he’d been found.
‘I’m going to check that out. I’ve been sifting through cold cases lately but the name Beverley doesn’t ring any bells. Let’s hope he was found quickly.’
‘The boy could have had a different name to the contact.’
‘Sure. Should we make our way back to the car?’ she asked. Johnny agreed and they ran back along the road, coming to the main road and heading to the climbing centre car park. Josie came out of the entrance with a boy. She didn’t spot her father, or Kelly, and she was holding hands with him. Kelly nudged Johnny.
‘Oh God,’ he covered his eyes. ‘My little girl.’
‘Don’t scare him away, will you?’
‘I’ve already been given a warning by her. I’m going over.’
Kelly pulled him back. ‘Wait. You’ll embarrass her.’
‘That’s the point.’ He strode over to the entrance and shouted Josie, who immediately dropped the boy’s hand and blushed. Johnny waved manically and Kelly ran up behind him to try to offer the voice of reason, should it be needed.
‘I’m Josie’s dad,’ Johnny said and outstretched his hand for Callum to take.
‘Dad!’ Josie looked livid. Callum took his hand and shook it.
‘And your name?’
‘Callum.’
‘Hi.’ Kelly caught them up. ‘Good session?’
The teenagers went mute and Josie’s cheeks burned. Kelly felt for her. ‘Hi! When are you climbing at Blencathra?’ Kelly asked. It worked as a diversion and Josie told her the details and said goodbye to Callum, who walked away quickly.
They went back to Johnny’s car.
‘Thanks, Dad. That was so embarrassing.’
‘I want to know who you’re hanging around with.’
Josie sulked all the way home and as soon as Johnny parked outside his house, she got out of the car and slammed the door.
‘Well done, I think you handled that beautifully,’ Kelly said.