Kelly sketched out the stone circle on her notepad and clicked open the email to the report. She marked where the woman had been found, and from where the family who’d found her had approached. Kelly knew the ancient monument well, as did Kate Umshaw, who peered over her shoulder. Kelly and Johnny often ran past the circle or around it, and it could also be seen from a few vantage points in the fells. She hadn’t visited as a tourist as such in years. What she did know was that it was pretty tough to get to on foot. She looked at the list of items gathered from the scene. A perimeter had been set up around the circle, and anything remotely not linked to an ancient stone monument in the middle of nowhere had been bagged for examination. Tyre tracks had been set in casts from the only access point by car: the adjacent lane where the family had parked. The woman must have been in the field before the family, and so if she’d been taken there by car, the tracks could have been fresh anytime in the couple of hours before they arrived. Or she had walked, but from where?

Kelly had already appointed DS Will Phillips in charge of organising a trawl for witnesses in the area, though they were unlikely to find any, given the early hour, and Rob Shawcross had been given the task of finding out who the hell the woman was. But with no clothes, no ID, and no communication, his job was almost impossible. No one in the area had been reported missing. Kate said that the hospital was sure that the woman was being selectively mute, because there were no physical signs of trauma to the head, mouth or throat. ‘So, she’s either unable to talk because she has been so traumatised, or unwilling to talk because she has something to hide?’ Kate said. Kelly nodded. She stood up and they both went to the incident room where they found Rob hunched over his computer.

‘Any clues for Jane Doe?’ Kelly asked.

Rob shook his head. ‘I’m trawling through the missing persons’ database now. Did you know that more than three thousand people were reported missing in Cumbria last year – about one per cent of the annual UK total?’ Rob asked.

Kelly raised her eyebrows; it was an eye-watering figure and she thought of all the families represented by the absent names.

‘That’s a lot,’ Kate said.

‘Is she even British?’ Kelly asked. The Lakes was a hub for tourists and wanderers. Transients had a habit of taking up home here in tents, vans and lorry parks. It was the perfect venue from which to disappear.

‘No idea, she hasn’t uttered a sound according to the hospital.’

‘I’ve been through about five thousand pictures so far.’