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Chapters (68)
  1. Cover
  2. Chapter 1
  3. Chapter 2
  4. Chapter 3
  5. Chapter 4
  6. Chapter 5
  7. Chapter 6
  8. Chapter 7
  9. Chapter 8
  10. Chapter 9
  11. Chapter 10
  12. Chapter 11
  13. Chapter 12
  14. Chapter 13
  15. Chapter 14
  16. Chapter 15
  17. Chapter 16
  18. Chapter 17
  19. Chapter 18
  20. Chapter 19
  21. Chapter 20
  22. Chapter 21
  23. Chapter 22
  24. Chapter 23
  25. Chapter 24
  26. Chapter 25
  27. Chapter 26
  28. Chapter 27
  29. Chapter 28
  30. Chapter 29
  31. Chapter 30
  32. Chapter 31
  33. Chapter 32
  34. Chapter 33
  35. Chapter 34
  36. Chapter 35
  37. Chapter 36
  38. Chapter 37
  39. Chapter 38
  40. Chapter 39
  41. Chapter 40
  42. Chapter 41
  43. Chapter 42
  44. Chapter 43
  45. Chapter 44
  46. Chapter 45
  47. Chapter 46
  48. Chapter 47
  49. Chapter 48
  50. Chapter 49
  51. Chapter 50
  52. Chapter 51
  53. Chapter 52
  54. Chapter 53
  55. Chapter 54
  56. Chapter 55
  57. Chapter 56
  58. Chapter 57
  59. Chapter 58
  60. Chapter 59
  61. Chapter 60
  62. Chapter 61
  63. Chapter 62
  64. Chapter 63
  65. Acknowledgements
  66. Canelo Crime
  67. About the Author
  68. 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.