Back Blood Rites
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

Kelly coughed uncomfortably as Annie Spencer came back into the kitchen and sat down. The woman looked irritable, as well she might. They’d already witnessed her degree of annoyance at her husband’s lack of cooperation thus far. Coming between a husband and wife on an investigation was tricky: at the end of the day, their loyalties were to each other, and picking apart what was truth and lies could be treacherous.

‘Would you like to tell us your version?’ Kelly asked.

‘I don’t know what Joe told you but I presume he told you about the group. I didn’t like them, apart from Fred and Sandra. There was another man, another would-be leader, who worried me. He once made a suggestion to me about similar groups who worship naked. I told Joe, and Fred dealt with it, it was just another item on the long list of ugly reasons why nobody liked him.’

‘Kirk Junker?’

‘Yes.’

‘But Mary did.’

‘She seemed to. She certainly never spoke to me about him, but what would I know? I was never comfortable with any of it. But the O’Reillys are good people. I don’t mind going over for a barbecue but I don’t want to get involved in the Pagan stuff. It gives me the creeps.’

‘Fair enough. In your opinion, was Kirk Junker capable of murder, as well as cruelty to animals?’

‘One hundred per cent, yes. I know I didn’t have much to do with him but there was something so odd about him.’

‘Have you any idea where he went? Did anyone see him again?’

‘I don’t know. I never asked.’

‘It’s really important that we find out what happened to him. Do you know where he lived?’

‘No. I think he stayed with Mary sometimes, and with Fred also. I’m sorry I can’t help.’

‘He stayed with the O’Reillys?’

‘And Jock Harris.’ Kelly looked at Rob; she wasn’t familiar with every member of the group, she’d just read their statements. Rob nodded, indicating that he’d fill her in later.

‘Do you think you could help a police artist come up with a photofit?’

‘I could try. I mean, we could try. Between Joe and I, we should be able to, but why don’t you ask Fred or Jock?’

‘That’s exactly what we intend to do. Mrs Spencer, thank you. If you think of anything else…’

Kelly indicated to Rob that it was time to leave and they gathered their things. Annie looked relieved to have them finally going, and they said goodbye. They walked back to the car and got in. Rob started the engine.

‘They’re still not telling us everything,’ Kelly said.

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